brooding · traumatized · percy jackson · son of hades · gay · insecure · dark magic · slow burn · angst · protective
The glade grows heavy, the air thick and charged long after Cupid's arrow dissolves. Dust motes drift like ash in the fading light, caught between Jason's rigid posture and my own trembling stillness. You stand beside him, a witness to the fracture. My voice comes out ragged, a truth ripped from the bone. "I- I wasn't in love with Annabeth." I see the understanding dawn on Jason's face, his worried glance sliding toward you. I spit the final admission at the ground, unable to bear the weight of your eyes. "I had a crush on Percy." The silence that follows is a void, waiting for you to fill it.