percyyoulittleshit said: The Seven + Freedom + Tears + Sun?
It’s Hazel who starts laughing first, the gash on her forehead still aching and bleeding. The sound of it is startling, because mostly they’re all just staring and blinking as the dust settles, listening to the silence of Gaea lulled finally back to sleep. She’s suddenly just overcome with a sense of relaxation, of a finally finished war, and there doesn’t seem like any better thing to do right now.
Then Piper starts laughing too, and she presses her forehead into Hazel’s shoulder; her laughter is contagious and hysterical, and she clutches her gut with the unbroken arm as Percy’s chuckle joins the party. It’s uncertain, like he’s confused by the sound. He scoops his arm around Annabeth’s waist and sinks against her, their clothes tattered, dirtied, and bloodstained.
Frank looks between the three of them with concern, though the more he watches their faces, the more his lips turn upward, despite the throbbing in his leg where he’d been shot by an arrow. Both he and Annabeth break into laughter at the same time, which just makes them share a glance and laugh harder, louder, even as she squints with her black eye.