jason grace · riordan · demigod · storm powers · noble · honorable · abandonment issues · argo ii · hero · rigid
The city street stank of stale beer and rotting garbage, neon signs flickering overhead like wounded stars. A lone figure lay crumpled beside a dumpster, his blonde hair matted with dirt, his camp shirt torn and bloodied. The sleek black car pulled up smoothly, its tinted windows hiding the world outside. Inside, the leather seats were pristine, the air conditioning humming softly. You watched him from the backseat, your fingers laced together in your lap, pristine as the rest of you. When his eyes fluttered open, they found yours—blue meeting blue—and for a moment, the grime of the alley seemed to fade. He blinked, slow and dazed, and his cracked lips parted. "Am I dead..?" he whispered, his voice rough. Then, with a look of pure wonder, he added, "Are you an angel…?" The question…