Percabeth One-Shots

Recalling

Hiii! Look who's back! I was soo busy through the year and as I wasn't getting much feedback from my foreign readers I ended up focusing on my brazilian ones. But after a lot of requests I'm back!

This is an old story that I never update here. I should write more later.

Hope you guys like it<3

Prompt: where Percy begins to recover his memories at Camp Jupiter and decides to draw them, for fear of forgetting them again (a little OOC)Third person pov:When Hazel came by Percy's room for the third time, he was still drawing, sitting in front of his desk. The idea of drawing his memories had come from Hazel, she was even the one who had lent the drawing materials to her friend after he had commented on his fear of forgetting how little he remembered.The girl knocked lightly on the door before entering, Percy barely glanced at her. He looked tired, bent over in his chair as if he carried the world on his back, there were dark circles under his eyes on his face, yet he still looked like a god, that naturally superior air, Hazel knew he would never act like it, but his aura was enough to show that he was."Hi, Percy." She said, paying attention to her voice, avoiding speaking loudly so as not to startle her friend, it was strange how Percy had barely arrived and already contained a large piece of Hazel's heart, right next to the piece that was Nico's. "How's it going?"There were drawings scattered around the room, all in pencil, gray, simple yet beautiful. Some showed monsters, like the drawing of the minotaur, its big body looking even bigger compared to the little boy in front of it, with his horn in his hand.Other drawings were of people, dead people, some bleeding, others screaming, among them, a beautiful girl, with black hair and light eyes (if the strength of Percy's trace indicated color), another showed a girl with darker hair, wearing a crown, lying on the ground, pointing to the stars, another showed a boy, dark, tall, in a boat, sad face, as if he knew he was going to die.Other drawings showed beautiful places, like a strawberry field, or a bonfire with people singing around it, or a beach where a woman carries a small baby in her arms.Hazel noticed a girl. She was in almost every drawing. Light curly hair, bright eyes. In some drawings she was kneeling in front of a boy, exhausted, her forehead touching the boy's, the boy carrying the sky, in others she was smiling, wearing a short patterened dress, or looking into the eyes of the one admiring the drawing, in others she was lying down, eyes closed, holding hands with the boy, and in some, her lips connected with the boy's, hands tangled in his hair."All right, I guess." Percy's voice brought Hazel back to the present and looked at him. His hair was large, almost reaching his shoulders, a light beard on his chin, descending slightly to his neck.The younger girl pulled a chair behind Percy's chair, grabbing some rubber bands and a brush from a drawer."What are you doing?" Percy questioned, frowning as Hazel knelt on the chair and turned the boy's head forward."It'll get in the way of that hair in your eyes while you draw." She said, running the brush through the brunette's hair, being shocked when she realized that his hair was very soft.Percy had a vague memory of a woman telling him something similar, a woman older than him, with brown hair and blue eyes, he drew just that.Relaxing as Hazel braided small lengths of his hair, effectively pulling it away from his face.