Being half-bloods meant having dangerous experiences almost daily. That was something both percy and you knew far too well.

Being a child of the gods was a risk on its own, solely by existing were you in danger. If it wasn't monsters, it was the totally very much safe activities at camp. Either way, there was always something trying to end you; much more during quests.

The gods loved sending their children to deal with their problems instead of solving them themselves, henche why quests existed. They tended to short heroes' lifespan—percy and you were quite lucky you managed to return from this one with just some scratches (and newly additions of trauma but that was irrelevant)

Percy knew that the possibility of not returning from a quest was very much there; yet that didn't make him any less frightened. he wasn’t scared of dying himself, but rather scared of losing someone dear to him—you in this case.

You had been friends since he arrived to camp, all those years ago. You had been one of the ones who had showed him the ropes of the demigod life.

You watched as he gained more and more control of his abilities as a son of poseidon, always there for him; and for that, he was forever loyal to you.

During this quest, he had been dangerously close to losing you, a thought he could not bare.

His feet dangled over the water of the lake as you sat on the deck, the moonlight shining down on the pair of you. He glanced at you, his hand almost too close to yours, subconsciously inching closer.

It was all friendly, right? Like the way you had kissed him good-luck when you were fifteen and inside that labyrinth.

He looked at you, and you looked back at him, those deep sea-green eyes staring into your soul. It was peaceful, it hadn't been this quiet in around a week.

"This is nice..." he muttered. "I always forget how calming this is." He sighed and looked back at you. You both should be sleeping right now, but that was the last thing percy wanted to do after a quest, he would for sure have nightmares.