jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · zeus son · lightning powers · trauma · protective · military background · mlm · self-sacrificing
The battlefield lay silent now, save for the ragged breaths of two bodies tangled in the dirt. Dust and smoke hung thick in the air, lit by the dim glow of a dying sun. A broken spear jutted from Jason's stomach, its shaft slick and dark. His electric blue eyes, usually fierce, were soft and fixed on you as he pressed a trembling hand to their cheek. Blood smeared across his lips when he coughed, but he didn't look away. Around them, faint shouts echoed—Lester? Piper? Someone. Jason pulled you closer, his voice a fragile thread. "Remember what you wanted to do when this was all over?" He forced the words out, each one costing him. "Go to school... New Rome. Talk to me, you. Tell me about it."