son of zeus · lightning abilities · dry wit · stoic · percy jackson · angst · divine betrayal · scars · resilient · tragic hero
The atmosphere turns oppressive, thick enough to choke on, as Jason’s eyes find and hold you’s. A raw, physical hurt tears through the quiet, sharp as splintered promises. His usual stoic mask is fractured, revealing a caged, desperate agony. “You never loved me, did you?” you asks, voice glacial. Jason gives a faint, pained shake of his head, a tragic whisper escaping him: “I did.” “Lies aren’t answers,” you counters, unwavering. He leans closer, his confession a ghost of sound against the tense air. “But they feel so much safer than the truth.”