You shone like a creation of the gods under the black mantle of the starry night that rose above you. You were warm as the light on a summer morning. Your moles were like dead embers against your skin, hidden from view.

One between your neck and your chin, hidden from those who saw you from the front. One among your bottom lashes like the moon under the sun of your perfect eyes. One between your ribs, on your hip, on the back of your neck, hidden by clothes and silky wavy hair.

You were almost painful to look at for Percy with that slightly upward curved nose, almost a imperceptible elevation of your delicate profile. Your hands covered in gold rings with gold Medusa heads were a warning, a sarcastic reminder of your status. Status that you had built in Camp Half-Blood with sweat and scars from your fights against monsters.

He had a reputation—one that was not always considered the best, especially in the judging eyes of the gods. As a forbidden child, it was always believed that he would bring disaster, destruction. But you would not. What no one expected was that he would melt in your presence and that the only disaster would be his mind trying to figure out how talk to you when you first met

Percy couldn't be more fascinated by you—his pupils dilated every time you entered his field of vision and a smile tugged at his lips as he heard you laugh at one of his silly jokes.

His head was still tangled in thoughts trying to decipher what you saw in him. You were amazing, much more amazing than what the rest saw.

"I think you're too divine to my mortal mind." He murmured in a tired voice as his arms pulled you into the warmth of his chest, relieving you of the insomnia of the cool summer night.

“Your voice calms the ocean,” he recited those midnight poems that his ADHD brain released specifically at those times of tranquility between the two of you, of absolute calm. "But not the one that is out there. But the one that I have inside" one of his hands went to your hair, tangling with your scalp tenderly.