She loves his eyes.
She loves the way they brighten when he sees her. The way they gleam and sparkle as he teaches the young demigods. She loves the way his gaze intensifies when he focuses, the way his eyes burn holes into his enemies, how they soften when he looks at her.
She loves the way his eyes change colour too. How when he's happy, and carefree, and relaxed they are an ocean green. Like the safe shallows of the shore. The fun waves in the surf. She loves gazing into his eyes when he's enjoying time with her, swimming in his domain, lounging around the camp, or at home with his little sister and mother.
Or how when he's enraged, how they change to the dark deep of the roaring ocean. The fearful power of the sea, the storms, and the hurricanes of the Bermuda Triangle. The way his eyes are alight with power and emotion, how they terrify his enemies and drown his foes. How they speak of his natural instinct to destroy. How when he lets loose he brings destruction and devastation to those who oppose him.
Or the special moments when he's alone with her. The dark way his eyes glaze and they roam and explore. She loves the enticing feeling that accomplices them, like a swimming hole with no bottom. Or a waterfall with a hidden entrance. They speak of an adventure to be had, but only if you're willing to take the dive.
She loves his touch.
She loves the way he holds her. How his hands are rough, but his grip is gentle. How when his arms wrap around her and she feels safe. How when he holds her hand he runs his fingers through hers, entangles them together like vines hanging from vineyards. She loves how he has the touch of a warrior, but the gentle caress of a man who loves.
She loves the way his body feels against hers. How she meshes so well into his frame, how his arms cover her and his hands grasp hers. How his legs feel when he's above her, how his head feels when he's in the crook of her neck. She loves how he's attentive to her touch.
She loves how he cares.
She loves how he cares about all the younger campers. How when they've been injured he's already there, picking them up and taking them to the infirmary. Or how he's consoling them over the wars, how he's offering his time and attention to be there for them. How he's ready and waiting to accept the woes and wonders and curiosities of all the children of the gods.
She loves how he cares for his friends. How when Piper went into surgery, and Jason was still making the trip from San Francisco to New York he was in the room with her. Providing support and reassurance and love and guiding her through the process.
She loves the way he cares for his family. How he helps his mother with the groceries, how he teaches his sister about right from wrong, how to tie her shoes, and how to throw a punch - don't tell Sally. She loves watching him talk with his step-father, how their discussions turn into heated debates over who would win between Darth Vader and Starkiller, or which of the Gods was really the strongest - they both believed it to be either Hades or Hestia.
She loves the way he cares for his father. It's hard to care for your godly parent, she knows all too well, but she notices the special place he holds for his dad. How he never interrupts him, as he does with other gods. Or how he truly listens when he speaks, how he's attentive and calm in his fathers' presence. She loves how he's so calm and confident, and maybe a little smug, when his father backs him in front of the council, or how he feels the most at ease in the serene waves of his domain.
She loves the way he moves.
She loves watching how he moves. Whether it be when he fights or when he leads or during his exercise, he always moves differently. When he's down in the arena, either training or teaching, there's a fluidity to him that she never sees on anyone else. The way he glides through strikes, how he weaves and ducks through metal and wood, the way his body contorts and twists through the varying armored automatons and training dummies. It's like watching a dancer, like the stray reed in the wind, like a fish in the water. He's great at it.
She loves the way he moves when he's leading. He's different from when he's with friends, his posture is different, his face is set and his eyes are neutral. Calculated. Always gazing at his soldiers. He's steady and strong, self-assured and confident, he's a leader in every sense of the word. He's on the frontlines giving orders, sitting in the thick of it with his brethren as they fight, or when he's strategizing in the tent with the other officers.
She loves his loyalty.
The way he's always loyal to a friend, a family member, to herself, he'll never let any one of them down. Not for the world. She loves the way he'd have her back no matter what, how he'd trust her - and she him - because he knows that she's loyal to him too. She loves the loyalty he has for his comrades as well.
She sees it in the way he trusts Jason, and Frank and Nico - and sometimes Leo. Sees it in the way he confides in Piper and Hazel about certain things, she likes to think it's him asking for advice on herself. She loves his loyalty to his mother, and his step-father, and his sister. She loves that he would never- could never, turn his back on any of them.
But at the end of the day, all the little things she loves about Percy can never compare to the way that he loves her. Because that's just who he is, and that's what he'll always be. He'll always be hers, and she'll always be his.