wait i have an excuse-
my computer has been broken.
and as for another story, I have this friend. We agreed that I would update my stories when he'd update his. He has writers block.
Yes.
Anyway, Jason as Luke theory oh how I love you.
prompt: who
character/pairing; jason centric but luke centric
warnings; TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF HARM
rating; a very high T
"Jason?"
Who? Who is that? Oh, she's looking at you.
But who are you?
Who is Jason?
Are you Jason?
You don't think so.
But she's looking at you!
"Y-yes?"
Your voice is rough, barely a rasp. It sounds older than they say you are - fifteen.
{fifteen? you are certainly not fifteen, not with these twenty three years of unfamiliar memories in your head.}
"Jason! You're alright!"
He most certainly is not.
He hears stories around this all too familiar place, sights he's never seen and yet are all too familiar, people he knows like the back of his hand but never has met. He's been here before. He just doesn't know how or why.
"I'm Annabeth."
Haven't we met before, back when you were Anna, or Beth, or just 7 years old?
But you just smile. "Jason." Liar. You are not Jason.
they can't ever know.
Nico di Angelo - he's smart. Scarily so.
heknowsheknows
doesn't he?
Jason? Who's Jason? Me! You! Us! I'm Luke.Jason!
It's as if two people occupy your brain, tearing you apart n a never ending war
{fuck the one outside, there's one on the inside and the battlefield is your sanity - if you have any}
scars appear when you're Luke, and you love it but you hate it.
an interlocking web of red and white and pink and knives, oh so pretty. just a little deeper, a little thicker - oh! perfect.
the day's job is done, the pattern perfected.
a knock upon the door.
"Jason? You okay?"
a hidden grimace - she can't see you through the door, fool - "I'll be right out." Luke will be right out. Jason's sleeping.
which raises a question-
who are you, jason grace, luke castellan?
you're scared to say "I don't know."
