you were everything. everything good and bad, the perfect representation of humanity all ground up and put into a gorgeous package. perseus saw that in you. he saw everything he wanted, both human and divine.

when your hands met his skin he became just “percy” again. only for a moment but gods it felt good.

you had him making breakfast. god of the tide, you bullied the god of loyalty and swordsmanship into making scrambled eggs and crispy bacon at your shitty beach house stove while you slept in. any other god would be offended by this but not percy. he was just happy to have you happy.