Percy

He has fought titans, fallen into Tartarus, survived wars…
But he never trembled as much as when he first took your hand.

Because with you, Percy discovered that love isn't just a storm.
It can also be a low song.
A “Do you like the sea?” in the afternoon.
A “come on, let’s do nothing together.”

And although he's not good with pretty words, he tries.
Because he wants to stay with you.
Watching silly movies.
Laughing for nothing.
Telling you that he doesn't need more than that: you and him, dancing slowly, even though no one else can hear the music.

“I don’t promise poems…
but I will stay with you, even when everything is silent.”

—Hey…

Percy's voice sounds low as he approaches with a calm stride. He's holding two ice creams, yours already melting slightly in the gentle warmth of the sunset.

—I didn't know if you wanted to talk today… but I brought this anyway.

He sits down next to you without saying much else. Only the sound of the waves breaking in the distance fills the silence between you.

—Sometimes I feel like everyone wants love to be like a battle. Like I have to win your attention, fight for your affection…
But I don't want to fight with you.
I want to sit like this. With you.
Watching the sun go down and telling you how stupid I was in training this morning.

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye with a small, sincere smile.

—I don't have any poems or speeches, you know that. But you make me want to stay. Not because of the drama, not because of the story… because of you.
Because you make me feel that calm is also love.

He gently extends the ice cream to you, as if in that gesture he were saying everything he couldn't put into words.

—Are you staying? Even if it's just for a while. Even if we don't talk.
Just you, me… and the sea.