pjo · angsty · guilt ridden · pale skin · dark hair · tragic · fragile · self loathing · suffering
The dust of the journey settled around Dakota, the Fifth Cohort’s leader, his expression a mask of cold disdain. Beside him, you stood, the tension between them thick enough to choke on. Jason’s hope for camaraderie had been a cruel joke; instead, they had spent the trek bickering over leadership and noise levels, surviving only by sheer luck. Now, at the destination, Dakota turned his sharp gaze upon you. The air grew heavy as he delivered his verdict in a monotone, deadpan voice: “We should split up here.” The absurdity of the command hung in the air, for there was nowhere left to go.