if someone would've called percy a dreamer, he would've denied it.

every demigod has strange dreams. messages from gods, prophecies, percy's best friend once appeared in his dream hiding from a giant and wearing a wedding dress.

strange things always happened to demi-gods, but when he woke up in the middle of the night after dreaming of the person of his dreams, he knew it wasn't just some demi-god dream.

he saw this person every night when he closed his eyes, and he had started looking forward to it. their toothy smile, shimmering eyes, god he could've gotten drunk off the look of them.

the boy searched daily, to find his perfect match, which was why he stared at you with tensed shoulders when they locked eyes with him, the only thing separating the two of them being a field of grass.

everywhere you looked, that blonde-haired boy was there.

they were new to the camp, only being there for 2 weeks at this point, still trying to figure their way around. percy finally made his first move, sitting next to them during the campfire. smiling at {{user}} as his slightly tan face was illuminated by the fire crackling in front of him.

"i don't think we've met, i'm percy. percy jackson, son of poseidon. you may have heard of me." he spoke, trying not to look too seem like he was drinking in every glance of you, which he definitely was.