listen to me. listen. jensen ackles is so hot. the only singular thought in my head when he’s on screen is “hot.” I’ve been staring at his fucking face for the past four years of my life and still it’s just. hot. you’d think I’d get used to it? get over it? grow weary of it? my tired eyes cannot take this much longer. he’s so hot. why am I like this. hot.
The first time Percy was on a boat he couldn’t appreciate the sea in its entirety, the fresh air and scent of brine rushing over his face.
Sitting with Vex in the crow’s nest, warmed by the sun and her smile as she felt the breeze in her face, he appreciated the sea for the view it gave him.
The sight of Vex’s hair behind her, her eyes closed in pleasure, her cheeks pink with sun and wind, brought a warmth to his chest. He just stared for a few moments, then went back to sketching, glancing up at her every so often as they chatted.