TEMP HIATUS

some meme about peter trying to stop him from leaving

 peter  is  warm  against  him.  that’s  the  only  thing  jason  can  think  as  peter  pins  him  against  the  wall.  he’s  warm  and  he  looks  desperate,  blue  eyes  staring  up  at  jason  with  a  fierceness  he  isn’t  used  to  from  the  smaller  man.  he’s  warm  and  solid  and  jason  finds  himself  not  wanting  to  leave.  he  wants  nothing  more  than  to  stay  here  with  peter,  to  bury  the  two  of  them  in  blankets  and  forget  anything  is  happening.

 said  eyes  shutter  at  the  words,  expression  carefully  blank.  he  knows  they  are,  objectively,  very  pretty.  an  unnatural  shade  of  green  that  seems  to  sparkle  in  low  light.  on  anyone  else,  he’d  be  fascinated.  he’d  want  to  stare  into  their  eyes  for  ages,  to  write  sonnets  about  them.

 but  on  him  they  serve  as  a  bitter  reminder  of  all  he’s  been  through.  the  color  of  the  pit  that  gave  him  his  life  back  and  in  return  left  him  so  full  of  rage  he  couldn’t  see  straight.  a  reminder  of  his  death,  his  rebirth,  and  all  his  mistakes  after.  

 something  stutters  in  his  chest  when  jason  looks  up  at  her.  ❛  kori–  ❜  he  starts  softly.  people  shouldn’t  be  allowed  to  just  say  things  like  that.  things  that  make  his  heart  twist  behind  his  ribs.  he  doesn’t  think  he’s  ever  brought  light  to  anyone’s  life  ever.  he  doesn’t  think  he’s  capable  of  it.  especially  not  now.  not  when  his  hands  are  stained  too  red  to  ever  be  cleaned.  not  when  he’s  more  rage  than  person.  

 and  yet  here  she  is.  an  alien  princess  insulting  him  and  paying  him  compliment  in  the  same  breath.  telling  him  he  matters,  that  he’s  important  to  her.