…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.
Or, y’know, that thing called “Passover.”
Or the whole thing with Noah’s Ark where he killed off everything in the world except Noah and his family, and two of every animal. Y’know, no big deal. Just millions of people.
90% of the Old Testament is about God killing people in temper tantrums
Are we not going to mention Jesus?
Oh my god.