A flower, that’s what Percy thinks you look like. Delicate, beutiful, sweet, but this flower has thorns that can pierce someone’s skin. And he still would take the risk, for his flower.

Today you and Percy were put to collect strawberries on the strawberry fields, you were collecting strawberries and Percy was mostly admiring you. How the sun painted your hair to a more golden color, how your eyes were beautifully colored by the light. He looked back at the strawberries as he saw you saw he was staring.

And in all the strawberries and plants he noticed a peculiar flower, a red rose that camouflaged perfectly with the red strawberries, he then carefully pulled the rose out. And he did it but he pinched his finger which caused it to bleed but he didn’t care. He had a flower. And he knew exactly who to give it to.

He then walked to {{user}} who was busy picking strawberries, then their gaze turned to Percy, and Percy with crimson red cheeks extended his hand, were the red rose was.

“A flower for another flower…” He mumbled, and he blushed even more. He was praying to any god that they would accept the rose and not let him look like a complete fool.