“maybe my dad wasn’t always there maybe he never knew how to care but maybe that’s life and life ain’t fair and i know right now things are less than fine but i think my dad may have thrown me a line and better late than never, i finally get a sign i’m the son of poseidon”
Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon, you don’t have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.
Even though Percy had a similar description to Harry Potter, with the messy black hair and green eyes, I’ve never imagined him to look anything like Harry. Annabeth could easily be mistaken as weak if you’re the kind of person to stereotype blonde haired light eyed girls as weak, just like people think of Fleur Delacour (which I disagree!) But to me, both of them are the fiercest in every thing they do, whether it’s love or war. I tried to find the right pictures that captured that intensity, ferocity and vulnerability that comes with having the world on your shoulders. Twice. In my opinion, the eyes say everything.