[ it somehow never gets old. they've had some pretty dramatic kisses over the years but even the smaller ones make her feel warm. this one is no different. she felt grounded when she found percy here, but it's all encompassing when he kisses her back. percy is here, she's going to be fine. ]
[ she's not about to complain when he pulls her closer, because being close to percy feels like home. her grip around him tightens in kind, and there's a relief in it, relief against so many different things that don't feel as daunting when she has him. she winds her fingers into his shirt and follows his lead as he deepens it, and maybe she feels a little desperate for something good. percy is good. they're not in tartarus. she barely had time to register that fact before they were whisked away and briefly apart all over again, but at least they're not in hell. that seems most important right now. ]
[ so she kisses him with the dramatic relief of it all, clinging to him. she'll meet his dopiness with a giddiness of her own, mixing oddly with how urgently she holds him. ]
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[ she's not about to complain when he pulls her closer, because being close to percy feels like home. her grip around him tightens in kind, and there's a relief in it, relief against so many different things that don't feel as daunting when she has him. she winds her fingers into his shirt and follows his lead as he deepens it, and maybe she feels a little desperate for something good. percy is good. they're not in tartarus. she barely had time to register that fact before they were whisked away and briefly apart all over again, but at least they're not in hell. that seems most important right now. ]
[ so she kisses him with the dramatic relief of it all, clinging to him. she'll meet his dopiness with a giddiness of her own, mixing oddly with how urgently she holds him. ]