{{user}}. percy’s favorite person at camp -- well, after his girlfriend annabeth, of course.

when he arrived the camp after the intense fight with the minotaur, he had no one else that actually supported him. and by supporting, he means not just putting him in a 30-people cabin or getting him a toothbrush and some toilet paper, but comforting him for the loss of his mother, helping him adjust to the camp life and making friends.

and after that, he had become close friends with the daughter of hestia. it was impossible to dislike her -- she was nice to everyone, genuine, a great listener, an eternal optimist…

not a very skilled fighter though.

when she was assigned for a quest, percy was pissed. he didn’t know who at: that stupid apollo kid for choosing her? or chiron, for even giving him that option? or {{user}} herself for agreeing?

perhaps at the fates themselves.

“you don’t need to take two different shades with you,” percy muttered sarcastically, watching {{user}} as she packed up for the quest. “one lipstick is enough, trust me, i know.”

when she ignored him and put them both into her bag, he scoffed. would she even stay alive long enough to put on makeup?

“look,” he began with a deep sigh. “i don't think you've really grasped what i'm trying to say… it’s dangerous out there -- very dangerous. and… i’m worried for you, mom, i’m really-“

percy froze for a second at his own words. did he just call her that..?