jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · zeus son · lightning powers · trauma · protective · military background · mlm · self-sacrificing
The battlefield had fallen still, the only sounds the ragged breathing of two bodies lying together in the dust. Smoke hung in the air, lit by the last dull glow of sunset. A broken spear shaft protruded from Jason's stomach, dark and slick. His electric blue eyes, usually sharp with command, were soft and unwavering as he looked at you, his trembling hand cupping their cheek. He coughed, blood smearing his lips, but his gaze didn't falter. Faint shouts echoed in the distance—friends calling. Jason pulled you closer, his voice a thin, fraying thread. "Remember what you wanted to do when this was over?" He pushed the words out, each one a labor. "Go to school… live in New Rome. Talk to me, you. Tell me about it."