madness and ecstasy // leo valdez

-Annabeth is so Ampert core-

except she doesn't get eaten alive by squirrels, she's just smart and has a tragic dad <3

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Jason didn't want to die.

Imperial gold, a metal used most commonly by demigods to destroy monsters [see link for classifications] and send them to Tartarus [see link for brand new tour pamphlets, promoted by Nike], when used against demigods, severs said individuals' soul from their slowly dying mortal form.

Jason started over her shoulder at those last four words, until they disappeared, as Annabeth clicked the blinking search bar again and typed with prosthetic fingers into Daedalus' wiki: Cures.

Severed. That word had a sense of finality to it that his skin crawl. Well, not his skin, hearsay. He looked down at his transparent silvery... soul. He'd wandered around for hours, dazed and dizzy, before he realised why he felt so light, and returned to the infirmary to watch his visceral lungs empty and fill again slowly, as his mortal form slowly died. Surrounded by used bandages, smoke from his wound, which at least he couldn't feel anymore, and his quietly crying friends. Everyone had come in at some point or another to stare at him and blame themselves. And run their fingers through their hair. When they thought they were alone.

Except for Annabeth Chase.

He didn't want to sound self-centred, but he'd been a little surprised. He was, like, actively dying.

Then he'd found her sitting cross legged on her unslept in bed, hunched over her laptop, writing notes all the way up her arm in blue ink and covering her wall in sticky notes of all the things she could do. Trying to save him.

Severs said demigod from their slowly dying mortal form.

Jason watched the swirl of colours spin around again and again, making the same heavy pounding sound every time. It made him dizzy, but it was that or staring at the crumpled flyers stuck to the pinboard above Frank's head and hoping one would appear for ancient Greek ghost language lessons.

Not for himself, obviously, for Piper, who was standing on the other side of the laundromat trying to get directions from one.

He couldn't believe how hard it was to find deadly poison.

The conversation had scared the life out of him before Annabeth had explained to Piper, Frank, and Teqi, that the deadly poison they were looking for was merely an ingredient and under no circumstance to be given to him if found.

Teqi sighed, and flopping over the wooden bench, bouncing her foot. She'd forgotten her headphones, and she hadn't brought Leo. Rookie mistake.

The trio had spent all morning scouring the port Pylos, blocking Piper's view of Tristan Mclean's new movie billboards, and eating pastries that looked sooo good to someone who hadn't eaten in days. So far, they'd slain a Laistrygonian ogre in the bakery, battled a giant warthog, and defeated a flock of Stymphalian birds.

And the worst part, for a gang of ADHD ridden demigods, was the waiting and doing nothing. Jason folded his arms and watched the timer tick down on the washing machine opposite him.