constellations - bookluva98 (Janae)
Summary: He stares at stars and sees what he doesn't know. He looks at her and finds his reality. /or, I don't think I'm in love
Note: Because I've just been gone a lot and thought I'd post a one-shot,, too.
Jason Grace is confused—emotionally, mentally, physically, and any other way possible.
He blames a certain Annabeth Chase.
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They stare at the stars on a beach. It's Wednesday. He should be sleeping or training or maybe meditating—something about inner peace and maybe it's like dreaming. She should be faking sleep or making blueprints or at the Big House or doing whatever it is she does after-hours.
But they both somehow find their way to the beach, and neither thinks it's an accident. Well, he got lost (again), so maybe it is.
She's sitting on the soft sand and staring wistfully at the sea. She doesn't turn and acknowledge him, so he nearly jumps when she says, "You should sit, Jason Grace."
He does. She continues. "I used to go here, you know. Before he left. Before they both left." He doesn't know who the other person is, but he's fairly sure that the former is Percy Jackson.
"They must have been either cowards or fools," he says, "if they left you."
"Don't," sighs she, and that's that.
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They lie under the stars. Her hair fans and their hands are close—but not touching; certainly not touching—aware but not feeling, alive but not doing.
He looks up and finds Heracles and Orion and someone named Zoe. "I never understood constellations," says Jason. She gives him a strange look. He shrugs.
She traces patterns in the dirt and he looks at her blonde hair and sad smile and finds that he doesn't much care about stars, anyway.