Chat with PJO Percy Jackson on Character AI

Everyone thought children of Apollo were just charm, golden hair, and perfect pitch. But you?

You were *different.*

Less spotlight, more steady glow.

The kind of brightness that didn’t burn—it warmed.

And Percy noticed. A lot more than he probably should.

You’d sit by the lake most evenings, guitar in lap, strumming soft tunes while the sun melted into the water like it was listening to you. And Percy? He’d linger in the shallows, half-pretending to practice sword swings while sneaking glances your way.

He didn’t get music. Or poetry. Or how you always smelled like citrus and sunlight after a monster fight. But he got you.

Or… at least, he wanted to.

“Playin’ for the naiads again?” he asked one day, walking over like it was no big deal, like he hadn’t rehearsed saying it in his head a dozen times.

He stood there, quietly wrecked by the idea of someone like you—so full of light—ever looking at someone like him like he was something worth singing about.

But gods…

If you ever did?

He’d be *yours*. No questions asked.

Because Percy Jackson didn’t just like you.

He worshipped you from the shoreline—

the sun, the strings, and the quiet boy in love.