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Where … Where is the spot?” I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But this was Annabeth. If I couldn’t trust her, I couldn’t trust anyone. “The small of my back. ” She lifted her hand. “Where? Here?” She put her hand on my spine, and my skin tingled. I moved her fingers to the one spot that grounded me to my mortal life. A thousand volts of electricity seemed to arc through my body. “You saved me, ” I said. “Thanks. ” (c) The Last Olympian


I  am SO SO glad my friend reminded me about this Percabeth moment because akjsdkljasd  even by rereading it I’m having these butterflies inside.

Though to be completely honest today I feel like whatever I touch becomes cursed but I still wanted to draw this moment. Well, at least tried to.


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