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Annabeth’s seen Percy in fancy clothes before. A prom tux here, the suit for his mother’s wedding there, but she has never really appreciated it before. She has never had the time to just sit and admire what the gods had masterfully crafted to make the most beautiful man alive.
She’s seen him before– gods, she’s really seen him. She has spent mornings lazing around naked in bed with him, she has spent ages fighting next to him with a weapon in hand and racing heart, she has spent eternity by his side and also no time at all. He’s so new to her. Every day a surprise, and yet so familiar. So comforting.
He’s home.
There’s something about today though that just makes him look so good. A culmination of every good quality he has. The kind eyes, the muscular arms hidden under rich fabric that Annabeth will take her time peeling off his body later, the soft strands of messy dark hair that she loves running her fingers through.
Perseus Jackson is everything right with the world.
Kindness, generosity, strength, beauty…
Love.
Percy wonders what Annabeth’s thinking about. He can feel her eyes on him– though he can barely see her from the corner of his eyes. He twists slightly, subtly, in an attempt to not let the person he’s talking to think his attention is elsewhere towards a gorgeous blonde standing with the glass of champagne at her lips and a feral look in her eyes.
She’s undressing him with her eyes.
Not for too long, she will be disrupted soon enough by anyone who might notice she’s standing there like a loner. Percy ponders if there’s any way he can end the conversation and get to her before the others.
He enjoys her eyes on him in the time being.
Percy’s always been hesitant to outward attention. College parties aren’t nearly as fun if you’re trying to run away from whoever may be interested in grinding on the dance floor or hooking up in a frat boy pantry. But there’s something about her attention.
He craves it.
He loves the way she looks at him– sexual or otherwise.
And he’s certain today of all days his tailor-made midnight blue suit is doing him some huge favours. He steals a glance at her, and her eyes shoot up to look him in his eyes.
His heart skips a beat.
It’s been 30 seconds.
Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena– Goddess of Wisdom, the smartest demigod of her generation, Head Architect of Mount Olympus, cannot figure out why today of all days Percy looks so… Delicious.
He glances at her, bringing her attention from his bicep to his face.
Oh.
She glances down at the rings on her finger, the train of her white dress pooling around her, the ringlets perfectly framing her face.
Maybe it’s because today… He’s hers.
And no one can deny it anymore.