A source tells E! News exclusively that the Remember My Name star is “beyond thrilled” to be dating “the girl of his dreams.”

You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

Baz Hearst & Isabel Haden out in Los Angeles, Feb. 14th

"I may have added a few more kiss scenes in the revised script of A Tale of Love and Darkness after Izzie was cast.” - Baz Hearst

"This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the darkness I was designed for.” (x)

rosenfelds: "74 - percy and mars (⊙‿⊙✿)"

quillington:

“Did I take your breath away?”  Percy’s smile was cheeky, blue eyes twinkling at his own insolence.  But he didn’t see it that way.  He was too charmed by his own cleverness, or some mild hope that she might smile.

Mars rolled her eyes instead.  “You certainly messed up my hair,” she evaded, impatiently combing fingers through her copper hair.  “Anyway, that line doesn’t get more clever the more you say it.”

Percy’s grin cracked wider.

The idea to practice their new-found powers at the seaside hadn’t been Percy’s idea, exactly, but it had certainly been his initiative which had brought it to fruition.  When he’d said they ought to practice together and she’d flippantly rebutted with the comment that they’d need a beach to do it, he’d gone out, bought a map, found the closest beach, and more or less forced Mars to accompany him on a roadtrip. 

However good the intentions, the actual practice wasn’t progressing very well.  Both parties had managed only to make a mess.  First Percy had inadvertently whipped them both with merciless sand – caught in the flurry of wind – and then, when Percy had suggested Mars give them a nice shower, she’d nearly managed to drown them.  But, as Percy was fond of pointing out, it was evidence they were clearly in need of practice.

“Admit it,” he commented, brightly.  “You like it.”

Glaring, Mars waded through the dunes Percy had artificially created and stumbled to the water’s edge. 

“What’re you doing?” he called.

Marching into the water, till she was up to her knees, Mars glanced over her shoulder at him.  “Are you coming?”

Grinning, Percy peeled off his cotton shirt, yanking it over head and throwing it in a heap on the sand.  With a whoop, he rushed into the cool waters, feeling them rise to his hips.  The ocean bit at his flesh, blue-green waves that lapped cruelly against his sun-warmed skin.

“Show off,” muttered Mars, staring at him.  For a moment, she seemed to hesitate but, muttering something, she started to unbotton her shirt.

Percy’s brows lifted.  “What’re you doing?” he asked again, but this time his voice was rather choked.

“Two can play that game, Percy,” she replied, arching her brows.  “What?  Never seen a bra before?”

Percy swallowed hard.  Glancing around at the waves, he had to admit he’d gotten in too deep.

“Admit it,” she said, grinning.  “You like it.”