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It's been a long time since I did a lunch hour drabble, so I thought I'd rectify that. A little bit of Annabeth and just why she hates cows so much. In case you were wondering. Well, I was [g]
Don't You Dare Laugh!
Methos traced the jagged scar that ran just under her right shoulder blade, to its end above her last rib, the feel of his cool fingertips making her shiver.
Rolling over, she said, “A cow kicked me into a barbed wire fence.” She grimaced. “I hate cows!”
He smothered a grin. “A cow didn’t cause your first death, did it?”
“No! And that’s not nearly as funny as you think it is,” Annabeth told him frostily. "It almost did! Spending the rest of my days as a fourteen year old…”
“Then what did?”
“You’ll laugh.” She pouted
“I wouldn’t!”
“Liar!”
End
'Don't You Dare Laugh II' is here.
Don't You Dare Laugh!
Methos traced the jagged scar that ran just under her right shoulder blade, to its end above her last rib, the feel of his cool fingertips making her shiver.
Rolling over, she said, “A cow kicked me into a barbed wire fence.” She grimaced. “I hate cows!”
He smothered a grin. “A cow didn’t cause your first death, did it?”
“No! And that’s not nearly as funny as you think it is,” Annabeth told him frostily. "It almost did! Spending the rest of my days as a fourteen year old…”
“Then what did?”
“You’ll laugh.” She pouted
“I wouldn’t!”
“Liar!”
End
'Don't You Dare Laugh II' is here.
