A/N: SPOILERS for Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus, and Trials of Apollo
Percy Jackson always smelled like the sea,
And somehow his eyes always sparkled.
In the midst of joke they sparkled with mirth,
In the midst of a tragedy they sparkled with tears.
Percy Jackson was not stupid,
He was tactically brilliant,
Sarcastic and quippy and romantic,
And he had a funny little habit of biting his lip when he was nervous.
Percy Jackson was brave to a fault,
He would run into any battle,
Disregarding the odds and simultaneously defying them.
He wore scars with pride,
Each one a prize rather than a casualty.
Annabeth loved his scars,
She loved how they stood out against his heavily tanned skin,
And loved how he laughed when she traced them lightly with her fingertips.
Percy Jackson did have fatal flaw however,
As all heroes do,
He didn't know when to quit,
And he would do anything,
Anything,
For those he loved.
His tongue was stained blue more often than not,
He kept jelly beans with him at all times.
He also had a habit of talking too loudly,
But it was endearing, of course.
So yes Percy Jackson saved the world a hundred times over,
But that doesn't make him any different from you or me.