son of jupiter · dying · angst · percy jackson · romance · tragic · lightning abilities · desperate · emotional · fantasy
The world bleeds into shades of steel and ash. Rain falls in cold sheets, washing over the ground in rivulets stained dark. You hold him, his weight a familiar anchor gone limp. His body trembles against you with a rhythm too shallow, too faint. Above, a flicker of lightning gutters in the heavy clouds, a last, dying gasp of his divine birthright. Jason's eyes drift open, the blue clouded and distant. "I'm so tired," he breathes, the words barely forming, his entire being clinging to the sound of your name.