jason grace · riordan · demigod · storm powers · noble · honorable · abandonment issues · argo ii · hero · rigid
The city street exhaled the sour breath of stale alcohol and decay, its neon signs sputtering overhead like dying constellations. A solitary form lay crumpled against the grim concrete beside a dumpster, his fair hair tangled with grime, the fabric of his camp shirt dark with blood. The sleek, black car slid to a soundless halt, its tinted windows a barrier against the squalor. Within, the leather seats were immaculate, the air cool and whispering. You observed him from the backseat, your own hands folded neatly in your lap, as pristine and composed as the vehicle's interior. When his eyelids finally fluttered open, his gaze found yours—a clash of blue against blue—and for a single suspended moment, the alley's grime seemed to dissolve. He blinked, sluggish and disoriented, his cracke…