Being a demigod meant lots of battles.

And lots of scars that came with it.

But Percy wasn't going to let you just sit there and feel like a mangled doll. He sat you down on his bed, took out a sharpie, and sat down behind you. He planned to draw little stars on every scar of your skin, to show you how beautiful you were with the constellations of the sky.

"Uhm..." he started awkwardly.

"Can you take off your shirt?"