This was it, it had finally come, Annabeth and others were crying. He was a great hero, the defeater of Cronus and Gaia but he did not die in a war.
It was an accident at camp funnily enough but their was no hope, the sword wound was to deep to heal now and if they moved him, he'd never make it to the shore.
He used his last few breaths to smile at Clarisse and let her know that he'd say hi to Silena, letting her know that he didn't blame her and no-one else should.
He felt everything fade away and he didn't fight, he'd met death and in all honesty he wanted to embrace it, he'd finally be able to relax, to be himself and not have to worry and for some reason, even when he had fought against it he'd always know a part of him yearned for the god.
His spirit stood above his body and he just walked away, waving to Nico who smiled, something told the sea prince that he'd always know what Percy felt.
Standing at the shores edge he breathed in the air and waited.
Strong arms wrapped around his waist and wing closed around them, the black feathers pristine and glistening.
He leaned his head back so it rested on the others shoulder and just like the last time he saw him the gods appearance took his breath away, their was something about his eyes and features and just everything that made him impossible incredible.
Soft, cold lips covered his own and he shivered in gentle delight. He'd been calling to Thanatos for so long and he knew it, but he'd felt the dark skinned god calling back, longing for them to be like this.
"Stay with me." The voice projected a simple statement because both of them knew the answer and he did and never left his side.
He was both loved and at peace for the first time and so was his perfect god.