annabeth is first introduced to eve at school. her teacher—ms. honey—had given her a bible. no one had told her it was for religious purposes, or that someday the idea of it would be so ridiculous to her, so she just treated it like any other story, another poem-of-sorts to be read and analyzed.
she barely makes it past genesis—there was only so much a six-year-old's attention span could take, no matter how smart the said six-year-old was. perhaps it had felt wrong, too, older forces making the wind cooler and the book harder to read, century-old jealousy rearing its head.
but annabeth was annabeth, and she took on challenges better than most. she finished genesis and gave it back to her teacher.
"eve is like me," is all she says when she gives it back to ms. honey.
ms. honey nods and smiles. "yes, darling. she is a woman, and as brave and beautiful as you will be."
annabeth nods. she doesn't tell ms. honey that the only similarity she's noticed between herself and eve was that eve did not have a mother, either.
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her father is a good parent. the thing is, annabeth doesn't really know what a good parent is, but her father is kind. he doesn't raise his voice at her, and he smiles absently and nods when she says something. he never forgets to put a side a smaller serving on a smaller plate whenever he eats, even though he barely remembers to.
she tells him about eve, and tells him that she is like her. she doesn't notice the way his hands grip his pen tighter when she says the word 'mother'.
she doesn't understand why her father won't bring her to church, either.
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annabeth is seven when her mother first speaks to her. she's been on the streets for so long, and she's tired. the spiders keep following. the monsters keep following. she's alone, and so, so hungry.
"annabeth."
the voice is stern—there is no warmth in them. sterile. cool. precise. annabeth looks up.
somehow, she knows. "mother."
her mother looks her up and down, but makes no move to go closer. a cap appears in front of annabeth—old and worn, yet heavy, still. a gift from her mother. she takes it, and her hands tremble.
athena notices. her mouth forms a sneer, but no insult comes out of her mouth. "do me proud," she says instead, like a seven-year-old will understand, like a child will understand.
yet athena still flows through annabeth's veins, and she nods. athena disappears, and there is nothing left—just the slightest ripple of a breeze. the monsters come, still, and the spiders soon follow. athena doesn't come back.
annabeth wonders if her mother gifts her invisibility so that she will never have to see annabeth again.
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the invisibility cap hasn't worked in over a year. the first time it doesn't work she's caught of guard, and the scorpion hits her on the shoulder, already weakened from the time during the battle of manhattan. it takes the combined force of her, chiron, and will to stop percy from storming olympus and destroying her mother's temple.
"why would she give something just to take it away?" percy asked her, eyebrows furrowed with anger. he's a hurricane in her arm, fingers trembling and veins thrumming.
annabeth doesn't answer, but she knows. this is her mother, telling her that annabeth needs to be seen.
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annabeth is nineteen years old when she renounces her mother, and the pain is bone deep.
she does it in rome, where her mother had sent her in a fit of anger, sending her daughter to execute her revenge. take back the mark of athena. make your mother proud.
athena had sent her there, a pig raised for slaughter.
she had braved tartarus. the gods, no matter their cruelty, held no power over her now.
her mother had always been one of the crueler ones.
"you renounce me? you dare?"
annabeth could feel her blood thrumming in her veins, threatening to burst out. athena was barely keeping her essence in—annabeth could see her skin burning gold, on the precipice of shifting to her godly form. everything was blurring around the edges—athena was barely holding on to her disguise. despite everything, she refuses to incinerate annabeth. a small act of mercy.
"yes mother. i dare." she could feel the blood soaking her teeth, could taste it's metallic tang on her tongue. the air grew hotter.
"you would not have me on your side. you will never gain back my alliance, annabeth. do you dare?"
annabeth laughed, and somewhere she knew dionsyus was chuckling in delight at the traces of insanity in it. blood trickled down her chin and onto the ground, but it did not sizzle. the blood wasn't an offering to athena. it was an act of defiance.
athena's most successful warrior—whose blood no longer belonged to her.
"very well," athena said eyes flashing gold. "you are no longer my daughter. greek land will reject your blood. no longer will you be accepted into our world, and no longer will you be mine."
annabeth felt the bones in both her legs crack, but she refused to let out the scream of anguish struggling to be let out of her throat. refused to give athena the satisfaction of knowing that this hurt her as much as it hurt the goddess.
all at once the goddess disappeared, and annabeth was left alone in the middle of rome.
she looked up. it was a church, and it was beautiful.
eve looked down at her, with her frightened eyes and trembling hands wrapped around the apple.
the apple that had gifted her knowledge. the apple that had taken away everything from eve. the apple that had gifted humanity freedom.
annabeth had never been more like her.
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👫 for athena & demitri!
because of demitri's ridiculous schedule (school + job + research), they actually do most of their dates as like breakfast dates! bakeries or whatever, coffee, etc. in the summer it's easier to take normal dates
the first time athena comes to demitri's bar after their weird first morning thing, several coworkers pull him aside to be like "is this a rebound sitch orrrrr" and he's like "i have no idea what you're talking about" because he's clueless in that department
he tries to explain to her the topic of his research several times before she's like "stop it you're ruining the fun of listening to music for me"
but on the flip side they also have a really good time at concerts together bc they do have similar tastes
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