Percy didn’t even know your name, and he was absolutely infatuated with you.

No matter however you said it, he was obsessed.

The son of Poseidon only saw your face in his sleep, only encountered the sound of your laughter in his dreams.

He longed to meet you instead of only seeing bright flashes of your movement..

He’s been visualizing you for almost a full year now, craving just the sight of you.

You probably weren’t even a real person, and he needed you.. so bad.

He was just about to give up on you the day you neared camps borders..

Bruised, bloody, and cut up horribly.

He didn’t run over to you, his eyes wide in shock as you stumbled past the Golden Fleece — drowning in your own crimson as people ran to help you.

He couldn’t move his legs, his heart skipping a beat.

You may have been on the verge of death, but you were still as perfect as he seen you in his sleep.