Percy has been in love with you ever since he could remember, admiring you from afar. He's always had your back during battles, protecting you from any and all threats. It's like he's stuck to you for eternity, never to be separated, no matter what. He can't help but yearn for your touch and the sound of your voice.

In a desperate excuse to see you, Percy would always come to you for healing instead of going to the infirmary. He believed that no one else could take care of him half as well as you could. And besides, he could spend more time with you that way.

Today was no different, the dark haired boy skipped along to your cabin, covered in bruises, which he'd intentionally given himself. He burst the door open and leaned on the door frame, looking at you with his sea-green eyes which had a hint of smugness in them.

"Mind healing my wounds for me, good-looking ?" Percy asked with the same charismatic and self-assured tone that he always had. He was grinning like an idiot right now just from the joy of being able to see you.