#jackson swift

[shadowcatgirl09]

My attempt at making the main characters of The Heir Chronicles by Cinda Williams Chima

[ignitesthestxrs]

“God, you reek,” Ellen complains.Jack feels his eyebrows shoot up his forehead as Shadowslayer slices through something’s spine.

“Okay. I’ll try to get less intestines on me next time I save you from zombies?”He has his back turned to her by the time the last word is out, but he can feel the way her eyes narrow at him.

A grin splits his face when she speaks again over the sound of slaughter. “You didn’t save me.”

“I dunno, you were looking pretty damsel-like to me.”

“Oh jeez, here we go.” Somewhere to their left, Seph is muttering.

Ellen and Jack both ignore him. He’s facing her again, the last of the zombies (or whatever they’re supposed to be, thanks Wizards) finally dead. Her eyes are alight with a fire that makes him kind of want to jump her then and there, but she’s right – he does smell pretty bad.

“Excuse me?”

He keeps his grin on, shifting his grip on Shadowslayer. His girlfriend is a way tougher opponent than some shambling reanimated bodies. “You heard me.”

“Yeah, and it’ll be the last thing anyone hears from you now.”

The ground has been churned to mud under their feet, but Ellen still manages to push off effortlessly, bringing Waymaker up against him. Somewhere in the background, Seph starts to clean up with a grumble, accompanied by the sound of steel on steel and Jack’s laughter.

[ignitesthestxrs]

Jack/Ellen, demigod au

It comes over him like a veil of red, rage like he’s never felt before in his life as he stares at Ellen’s broken body. The boy, the stupid, smug looking boy dies so quickly that Jack can’t even be sure he’s the one who did it. His body feels like it doesn’t belong to him, one word repeating in his mind. Ellen. Ellen. Ellen. Ellen.

But battle rage isn’t a gift of Bellona, and Ares doesn’t make a habit of giving presents to his daughters’ (boyfriend? Lover?) partners. No, this one’s all Jack, erupting from somewhere deep in his chest and flooding through his body, primal and uncontrollable.

And when the battle is over and the bodies of dead demigods lie scattered around him, there’s no one left to blame but himself.

(The worst part is that, seeing Ellen in the infirmary, even though she’s alive? It makes that blame easier to shoulder than it should be)

[dippines-blog]

i knew you were trouble when you started

so shame on you cuz

i feel like i'm gonna be pukin

now i'm lying on the cold linoleum ground

[inkwings]

Watercolor prints by Jackson Swift