νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 5-6: jealousyyyyyy

ANNABETH

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After my girlfriend beat the shit out of Drew Tanaka and had a mental breakdown, I didn't really feel like dealing with new demigods. I felt like dealing with Tempest.

We sat together on the couch in the Big House, where she stopped crying pretty quickly, as she always does. I hate to see her cry. We've learned that it takes heavy emotion for Tempest to be able to cry, considering she's dead. That's always how I know something is really bad. I never did ask her how she discovered she could cry again, because when we first met, she never did. I wondered if she realized it after that girl in the nineties, or if she would just think about her family sometimes.

I kissed her cheek. "I'll go get us some cocoa."

She moaned miserable and fell into my chest. "I wish booze still worked on me."

"Tempest, this is how we get admitted to rehab," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Then she said, "We never would have been together if I was alive."

I immediately pulled her head away from me. "What?"

"You know it's true," she mumbled, looking away from me. She slouched against the many pillows Mr. D just would not stop buying, and rested her head against her hand as she vacantly looked at the coffee table. "I was a lot worse when I was alive."

"You had a lot more reason to be," I insisted. "You were-"

"From a chemical aspect, I mean," she said softly. "I'm not as bad as I would be because... Because there's no brain juice to make me worse."

I hated when she started talking about things like this. "Tempest, I love you for who you are."

"Okay."

I hated that response, but I took a deep breath. "Alright, I know you're... emotional right now." She scoffed. "I'll go make the cocoa. Don't destroy any..." I looked at an ugly vase. "You can destroy that thing, actually."

I wasn't surprised when she got up and threw the vase into the wall. I said nothing, since it was probably better for her to destroy tacky vases than Drew's face. I didn't even like Drew, but one will get her in a lot less trouble than the other.

I put some milk in the pot and found the Hershey's cocoa powder, which had just enough for us. Tempest sat back down on the couch and stared at the mantle, occasionally tapping the tips of her shoes together. I finished the cocoa as quickly as I could, loaded it with whipped cream and marshmallows, and ran back to her without spilling a drop.

She took it from me. "Thanks, Anne."

I sat down next to her. "I think this is bothering you a lot more than you're letting on." She nodded as she sipped the cocoa. Cream got on her nose and I smiled as I swiped it off. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She hesitated. "I don't even know what I would talk about." I nodded. "It's like everything in my head is just- is just all jumbled right now. Nothing makes sense. There's just a few thoughts getting through and it's making me... act like that." Then she groaned and gripped her nose bridge. "And I had just said sorry to Leo for being unfair to him."