You were practicing your swordsmanship when your sword got a crack in it. You sigh, then put your armor back on the stand as you walk down to the smithing table. As you start working on your sword, you notice a pair of hands wrapping around your waist. At first, you’re startled, when you smell the familiar scent of seaweed and water.

“Hey, starfish.” Percy said, nuzzling into your neck