imagine jasonās last moments, his frantic whispers to tempest that leave his voice hoarse, just trying to be comprehensible. his locking eyes with apollo and pleading with him not to forget, his seeing piper beat and bloody and bruised but dying knowing sheāll live. his slipping off of tempest and laying there knowing heās dead and fading out being only selfless
imagine piperās reaction again, the screaming, the sobbing, the denial, the rage, the split lip and broken teeth and tears running down her face and clawing at the sand till itās gritty and in her fingernails, the punching at it, the seeing jasonās body and thinking heās alive and then realizing his skin is cold and he has no pulse and heāll never be alive again. the devastation, the grief, the this is someone i loved and now heāll never breathe again. the rage at apollo, the stupid gods killed another hero and this time it was someone she loved, the overwhelming grief, the only person she had was her mortal father and now sheās sobbing into her arms and wishing when she turns around jason will be there smiling and holding his arms out for her. the kicking and screaming when her dad has to physically drag her away from his corpse because the mortals donāt understand
imagine leoās reaction, the chilling grief, piper breaking down into tears and wrapping her arms around him because at least heās still alive and real and him realizing he never even got to say goodbye to jason, him realizing it shouldāve been him, he cheated death and now this was the punishment. him holding piper and saying iām sorry, iām sorry, iām sorry and crying into her shoulder and her nose pressed into his neck
imagine percy, who wasnāt even that close to jason but heard it and felt his blood boil because he was so tired of losing friends, so fucking tired. so fucking tired of doing the gods bidding and now jason grace who had just tried to be good was dead and who knew which of his friends would be taken next because he could never catch a break. imagine him hitting something over and over and over again because heās so angry because piper didnāt deserve that and neither did jason
imagine annabeth breaking down and sobbing because she had never trusted him and she had counted him out too soon and now he was dead because he had tried to save her best friend. imagine her seeing the grief on piperās face every time they talk and imagine her calling magnus after she hasnāt slept in days and wiping her nose and trying so hard to seem like sheās not crying but her voice wobbles a little too much and her head is pressed against her wall and tears are pouring down her face again because she never even got to say goodbye and she canāt get his dead face out of her mind
imagine hazel trembling as she tries to speak at camp jupiter and her eyes well with tears because she thought he was brave and then she tore him down for it and just starting at the coffin and realizing she canāt, she canāt she canāt. now heās stuck in the underworld forever and she knows firsthand how that feels and heās alone and her sobbing and sobbing and sobbing because he was brave and this was where bravery got demigods
imagine frank choking when he hears it, not quite believing it, jason had saved his life so many times, why would he die now? but he meets up with piper and he sees the grief mirrored in everything she does and it hits him that this is real and he doesnāt know how to deal with it because it feels as if heās been struck in the face as hard as piper and he stumbles. he cries for jason at his funeral and tells new rome that jason sounded like the best praetor they had ever had and imagine him killing caligula, jasonās name being the last thing the emporer heard because no one hurt frankās friends. imagine the pure ungodly rage that struck frank because jason was supposed to be alive, not this awful emperor who had cheated death
imagine reyna freezing up and refusing to cry in front of anyone but just breaking down the second she gets a chance. imagine her voice cracking everytime she says his name and imagine her shoulders hunched over and her forehead pressed against the wall and her nose touching a picture of them together, her ruffling his hair and him mid-laugh and she wishes it couldāve been her because no one deserved to live without jasonās laugh or the little scar on his lip or his electric blue eyes that felt so intense she wanted to live in them
imagine nico feeling it when jason dies but refusing to accept it, imagine him meeting piper and leo and piper sobs out the story and heās just frozen, grief stricken. jason was the first person to accept him and he made him happy and he was always the optimism to nicoās pessimism. he got to know nico and he always checked up on him and nico never valued it enough and now his head is spinning and nico was the first person jason confided in when he had started to question his sexuality and nico had trusted jason with his entire being and now he wasnāt here. imagine him visiting him in the underworld and itās just his spirit in elysium and they still laugh but something is off about it, maybe itās the frequency or the fact that this isnāt all of jason or the sadness of memories weighing nico down because heās so damn tired of losing everyone he loves or the fact that jason will never give him one of those overbearingly warm hugs or bring him lunch and watch him eat or the fact heāll never see his real human smile again
imagine thalia losing her breath and forgetting how to breathe because first her mom and then luke and not him, too, please gods not him. but it was him and piper and thalia bonding over their grief and thalia always feeling like sheās missing something because she didnāt even get to say goodbye, she shouldāve been there, she shouldāve saved him. now she has no family. she already lost him once and she thought he was safe and now heās dead
imagine jason looking up at the false stars in elysium and thinking of how he and piper had snuck out once and wrapping his arms around himself and trying to eliminate the chill of loneliness. imagine him knowing and accepting and preparing himself to die after he got the prophecy, imagine him chanting their names over and over so he wonāt forget.Ā āpiper. leo. reyna. nico.ā over and over and over till his lips feel like theyāve turned blue