when you see this please comment which you would like as a love interest for Jace
Leo
Jason
Jace Anderson hated boats.
He was supposed to be asleep but it was absolutely impossible with how much the Argo shook and swayed on the waters that, unfortunately, weren't calm. Coach Hedge spent the first hour after curfew doing his nightly duty, walking up and down the passageway yelling, "Lights out! Settle down! Try to sneak out, and I'll smack you back to Long Island!"
The satyr banged his baseball bat against a cabin door whenever he heard a noise, shouting at everyone to go to sleep, which made it impossible for anyone to go to sleep. Jace wanted to kill him. So badly. He wasn't a fan of loud people— except maybe Leo, he had already gotten used to the kid's voice and how much he talked.
Jace stared at the bronze beams on the ceiling. His cabin was pretty cozy— in the way a cabin could be. Leo had programmed their quarters to adjust automatically to the occupant's preferred temperature, so it was never too cold or too hot. The mattress and the pillows were stuffed with pegasus down (no pegasi were harmed in the making of these products, Leo had assured when Piper had asked), so they were comfortable.
A bronze lantern hung from the ceiling, glowing at whatever brightness Jace wished (which was pretty dim). He had heard sounds of people renovating their own cabins— or maybe they were just dancing loudly and falling flat onto the ground every third step. He wasn't really a decorator himself, but Annabeth had given him a map of— basically every place on earth.
He couldn't sleep so the maps were a nice thing for him to look at, divert his thoughts and all. He looked at Italy on the map of Europe and then at Italy on a map of just Italy. He forged some of the cities and lakes into a small corner of his head that would never get any use. Then he moved onto Sweden and did the same thing.
Finally his eyelids got heavy, and he drifted off.
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Taken once, spoken once, killed once, survived once.
Eaten once, drinket once...
No.
That didn't sound right. Poems are dumb.
"Get up before I throw you into the lake!"
His foot sank to the ground.
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Jace sat up quickly, sweat had built up on his forehead and his heart beat irregularly.
What was that?
He didn't have any time to think more when someone suddenly banged on his door.
"Wake up Jacie!" Leo's voice boomed. Jace groaned at both the nickname and the banging, it was all unnecessary. He got up from the bed and moved over to the pile of clothes he had thrown onto the ground.
He knew he could have used some kind of closet, or even a box— but old habits die hard, right? Jace pulled out a loose knitted sweater with geese on it (Piper made him get it, she seemed excited to get him clothes other than camp shirts) and a pair of gray sweats. It was comfortable enough and he could discard his shirt if he needed to with ease.
Practical.
"Thar she blows! Kansas, ahoy!"
Jace flinched at the banging that followed Hedge's voice. Gods he hated that goat. Why did he need to be so loud?
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Fanfiction"What would happen to Jace if the bird got hurt?" "Would he feel the same pain?" "Or would he be completely fine?" Jace Anderson was always considered a weird kid, but he never cared much for it, he was just seven. His father was always temperamenta...
