‧₊˚♪𝄞 Opened Once - Jeff Buckley

For a while, Percy couldn’t understand his infatuation with you.

You, clearly, had wanted nothing to do with him. You kept your eyes down when he passed, avoided having to team up with him during capture the flag, and you even ran the one time he tried to join you at the archery range.

Well, maybe that time you weren’t trying to avoid him but rather his arrows that were bound to end up everywhere but the targets.

Yet he still found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. There was something about you, something that pulled him in that no one else had. It was strange, he knew it, but he couldn’t help it.

You were like the moon, he thought, beautiful and mysterious in a way that only few truly understood. Your light, though not as obvious as the sun’s, still shone brilliantly on his heart. Percy couldn’t get enough of it.

Even so, he couldn’t convince you to talk to him.

He wondered if maybe you were intimidated by him. He had suddenly ended up with a bit of a fan club after the Titan War, after all. Or, maybe you thought he was the rude, jock type or something. Either way, it was driving him crazy.

Why couldn’t you see him the way he saw you?

Percy watched you from across the campfire, taking in your pensive expression as your eyes followed the sparks of the fire. The orange flames illuminated your features in a way that made you look ethereal. He was so entranced he didn’t even notice himself getting up and walking over to you.

He only realized what he was doing when it was far too late. You looked at him, bewildered, as he plopped down next to you. He looked back at you with an equally surprised expression. This was his first time seeing you so close. He could almost count your eyelashes.

“Uh… Hi?” You said, effectively snapping him out of the stupid trance he was in. Suddenly, he was embarrassed.

Percy fumbled over his words, his usual charisma and wit nowhere to be found. He had no plan, no ideas, just a quick prayer to Aphrodite in hopes maybe the goddess would take pity on him. “Yes, hi. Hello. How are you? You’re {{user}}, right? I’m Percy, but you probably know that, yeah? Never mind. It’s nice to meet you." He spoke fast, not letting you get even a word in. When he was done with his word vomit, he grinned at you and waited for a response.

He hoped you didn’t notice how much of an idiot he felt like right then.