Trentatre ~ Pretty Things

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Annabeth ~

The daughter of Athena watched silently as the demigod's face paled. She watched as their eyes widened, and as they started looking uncomfortable.

"Maybe that's true. . ." Leo— Iris stated.

Annabeth gave a small smile.

"So it is true. You want to talk about it?" She questioned, silently cursing at her mother for making her curious and thrust for knowledge.

Iris looked up from the ground that she had firmly put her eyes on. The brown of them softened.

"You're okay with this?" She asked cautiously.

Annabeth nodded.

"I might want to know more about the subject itself and ask questions, but I don't think if you as any different from any one on this ship." Annabeth added thoughtfully, a notebook and pencil already in her hands.

"Is that okay?" She questioned the daughter of Hephaestus.

Iris nodded, "But if I think it's to personal, I'll skip it." She informed the blonde. 

Annabeth nodded understandingly. 

"Okay, question 1. . ."



A/n:

ANNABETH KNOWS (but accepts it.)

-Bridget 

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