He was falling through the air.
He was fucking falling.
One second you're comfortably (as comfortable as you can be on a metal dragon) sleeping and the next, you're falling through the air together with your companions.
Jace didn't know how to respond to what was happening so he opted to yell. It seemed to almost always work so why not try it now?
He glanced around in hopes of locating where the others were falling but the winds made it hard to actually focus on anything or even turn his head around. His hair was flying up but annoyingly some strands blew right into his eyes and made it even worse.
The cold wind blew in his face as he tried to listen to the sounds the other three were making. He had to think of something. Jace should figure out how they could get out of this situation.
He couldn't hear them that well anymore but he tried swimming in the air for the quiet sounds he could distinguish coming from actual humans rather than just the air and his head. Jace was sure Athena would be laughing at him down from Olympus, unless she didn't even want to see him die.
He was sure the voices were getting closer but he was afraid to open his eyes and look. He was sure the ground would hit them soon, they had been falling for a while now–or maybe just for a few seconds. He had no idea how high they had been from the ground but gods was the air cold.
"Jace!" He heard someone call out his name, he tried to turn towards the sound but the wind was pushing him away from it.
He was going to fucking die. Jace was about to just surrender and wait for himself to smash flat on the ground. Not exactly the spectacular death he had hoped for but it would have to do.
He heard the roar of Festus right next to him and he was sure the dragon was falling right next to him, he could feel the warmth the dragon's body emitted even through the cold air.
"Jace!" The voice was even closer and clearer now and—was Festus trying to push him in their direction? Jace could feel the dragon's wings slowly flapping and creating a breeze that kept on pushing him closer.
"Jaceious Anderson!" Okay that voice was definitely Leo's.
"Don't fucking call me that!" Jace didn't know if his voice was even loud enough for the others to hear but he would rather die than have Leo call him Jaceious. That was a shit nickname and he never wanted to hear it again but he was sure if he survived this (spoiler alert: he did) he would punt Leo in the face as hard as he could (another spoiler alert: he did).
Festus was shutting down and that would also mean Jace couldn't get to Jason and the other two fast enough and he would just splatter on the fucking ground and die in a very painful way. Oh how Annie would scold him for not wearing like—a safety harness or something.
He didn't want their last words to each other to be 'Ew', 'Fuck you' and 'You look bad'. That would not leave a good memory of him to her and he wanted to leave a good one! At least he could die pretty, that was a nice thing, and he could brag about doing something faster than Percy did.
Here lies Jace Anderson
R.I.P
his last words.
"At least i did it faster than Percy"
beloved dickhead to few and just a nobody to most.
Yeah. That's a pretty good one.
Jace would be flattened to a Jaceious pancake if it wasn't for someone's arm wrapping around his waist. Wow. If you ever said anything about him letting out a scream he would deny. Deny. And deny.
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