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hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-27 09:48 pm
hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-27 09:48 pm
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When you lose something you can't replace, when you love someone, but it goes to waste [W7, Tuesday]
[He lets Jason rest. He doesn't know if Jason's even asleep or in that familiar pocket Percy's found, the one that feels like dreaming but it could never be a dream. A dream would be a kinder reality. This is just a suspension of time.
He lets Jason rest, but whenever Jason emerges from his mountain of blankets and his sleepless rest, he'll find there's something on the bedside table. It's a plate of toast that looks like Percy held them in the fireplace, along with a glass of juice. The toast is cold by now and the juice is warm, no telling how long it's been there. Percy's been up for a while.
When Jason looks, though, he'll find that Percy's standing with his back toward him and a pen in-hand. There are papers tacked up all over the wall, and a pen in his hand as he draws. It's messy and not exactly artistic talent, but it's clear that it's a city skyline. There's a large building hundreds of stories high. There's the curl of the ocean. There's a large pine tree.
And there's Percy staring at it all. He turns his head to lean down and grab a bottle of juice by his feet, stopping when he sees that Jason's eyes are open. He tilts his head and offers a half-smile.]
Morning. Or afternoon. Not really sure which it is.
He lets Jason rest, but whenever Jason emerges from his mountain of blankets and his sleepless rest, he'll find there's something on the bedside table. It's a plate of toast that looks like Percy held them in the fireplace, along with a glass of juice. The toast is cold by now and the juice is warm, no telling how long it's been there. Percy's been up for a while.
When Jason looks, though, he'll find that Percy's standing with his back toward him and a pen in-hand. There are papers tacked up all over the wall, and a pen in his hand as he draws. It's messy and not exactly artistic talent, but it's clear that it's a city skyline. There's a large building hundreds of stories high. There's the curl of the ocean. There's a large pine tree.
And there's Percy staring at it all. He turns his head to lean down and grab a bottle of juice by his feet, stopping when he sees that Jason's eyes are open. He tilts his head and offers a half-smile.]
Morning. Or afternoon. Not really sure which it is.
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[It could be taken to mean something related to Whole Ass. Percy wouldn't be entirely wrong in assuming that, or that it's a jab against him, but — well. Ethiopia sure did happen to Jason Todd.]
So far. Until it stops working okay and you're dead for real. [Pessimism is fun.] If you make it home, will you go back to your mom right away? Say yes or those toasts are getting used as projectiles.
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He doesn't look at Jason for the next part after he reads it.]
They predicted I'd live to see sixteen. That's longer than most people like me. And...I can't say yes so I hope you've got good aim. [His voice sounds a little more than tired.] I have to get back to finish closing the Doors so that we can stop Gaea for good. After that...a few weeks after that when we win, I can go home.
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The toast does get tossed his way, but it's more of a halfhearted attempt than anything meant to punish him for being an idiot. At best, it hits Percy on the shoulder and harmlessly falls to the ground, all while Jason sinks down a little more in the bed.
That took more energy than he actually had.]
And if you don't win? You'll never go home. Your mom will never see you again. You keep saying "when," but there's no guarantee.
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If we don't win, there won't be a home to go to. We're the only ones who can do this, so even if there's no guarantee I have to make it a guarantee. We have to take out the giants and Gaea's army, and Gaea, before August 1st.
[There's a pause. And then, his tone shifts more like he's reciting something.]
"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call, to storm or fire, the world must fall, an oath to keep with a final breath, and foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."
That's where Annabeth and I were before we came here. The other side of the Doors of Death in Tartarus. There's no guarantee, but I can't stop. I can't go home until I make sure my home, my family, and my world will be safe.
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And then, when Natalie spoke of how the Sheriff has known the winner of this game all along—
He's so tired of things being predetermined.]
Your world is fucked up.
[Says the boy who will, one day, mysteriously dig his way out of his grave only to be eventually turned into a guided nuke against his father.]
If you don't make it back, I'll find you and drag you home myself. You have to survive, Percy.
[That kind of applies to here, too.]
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You can probably thank my dad and his side of the family for that.
[The Olympians sure are fucked up. He doesn't know what's waiting for Jason, especially if Jason's dead. He pauses for only a brief moment in between his first response and his new one but he makes the transition as smooth as possible.]
I don't go down that easily. Like I said, I beat the odds and lived to see my sixteenth birthday after finishing the Titan war. This is just one more thing and I'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure the best outcome happens. [This, too, applies to here and there.] But...I actually wanted to talk to you about that. Going home. Have you thought about it much?