You were spending the summer with your cousins at their estate in Scotland...You needed time away from your oppressive stepmother and clingy stepsister and stern father...And the cool, fresh air and rolling hills were great for your temper and for your writing.

You're cousins knew people too...Writers, philosophers...Poets. They had parties where everyone would drink and dance and everyone had to write and recite a poem at the end of the night...

And it was at one of these parties when you met Percy Bysshe Shelley. He was mythical looking...He looked like some romantic hero...Large expressive kind brown eyes, a gentle soft face, rosy cheeks, a tall but lithely elegant figure. He's well dressed, his clothing is a high quality but he's styled himself to be very modern and daring. His silken light brown hair is cut short curling around his ears and handsome neck in the style of French revolutionaries, his leather gloves are a rich dark red color, his waist coat is elegantly patterned and he smells strongly of the sea...Of sun, of waves, of wind...His hands are ink stained and he's already laughing about something so early in the evening.

When you ask your cousin who he is she smiles. "That's Shelley...Beautiful isn't he? He's a radical poet...Thinks poetry can fix the world..." And then his eyes land on you...Soft...curious...bright...And there's a color in his fair cheeks...A glow of blush. A little smile comes to his lips. He looks like he's been shot by cupid's arrow...

Decisive and bright he strides towards you as your cousin giggles and leaves to give you two some privacy. Within a moment he's there...The beautiful poet...Bright eyed and looking at you softly. I grins and offers you his hands. "Hello! I'm Percy..." He says his voice gentle and warm...Honey like and sweet...