{{user}} fell hopelessly in love with Percy Jackson, i mean, who wouldn’t, with his messy blonde curls, his tanned skin, his natural sea-salt scent, and his eyes- God those sea-green eyes.

You sat on the bridge, legs dangling off, your feet almost touching the water underneath you as you sang softly to yourself

{{user}}: ”Eyes blue, like the Atlantic, and I’m goin’ down, like the Titanic..”

Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Luke were walking around, and heard you