how nurturing you looked— maternal.

through the cool summer’s breeze, your hair flows wildly despite tucking it behind your ears. the ends of your sundress appeared to be following a similar pattern, grazing your bare feet

the air is salty, seagulls eliciting obnoxious noises to cut through the silence of the sea.

though luckily, percy had always specialized in drowning out everything else when it came to you.

so now he focuses on your gentle rocking of the porch swing, and how the faintest smile paints your lips.

right now, he wanted nothing more than to watch as you feed to your—and his— infant, trying to soothe her to sleep with gentle strokes to her tiny face.