imagine jason’s last moments, his frantic whispers to tempest that leave his voice hoarse, just trying to be comprehensible. his locking eyes with apollo and pleading with him not to forget, his seeing piper beat and bloody and bruised but dying knowing she’ll live. his slipping off of tempest and laying there knowing he’s dead and fading out being only selfless
imagine piper’s reaction again, the screaming, the sobbing, the denial, the rage, the split lip and broken teeth and tears running down her face and clawing at the sand till it’s gritty and in her fingernails, the punching at it, the seeing jason’s body and thinking he’s alive and then realizing his skin is cold and he has no pulse and he’ll never be alive again. the devastation, the grief, the this is someone i loved and now he’ll never breathe again. the rage at apollo, the stupid gods killed another hero and this time it was someone she loved, the overwhelming grief, the only person she had was her mortal father and now she’s sobbing into her arms and wishing when she turns around jason will be there smiling and holding his arms out for her. the kicking and screaming when her dad has to physically drag her away from his corpse because the mortals don’t understand
imagine leo’s reaction, the chilling grief, piper breaking down into tears and wrapping her arms around him because at least he’s still alive and real and him realizing he never even got to say goodbye to jason, him realizing it should’ve been him, he cheated death and now this was the punishment. him holding piper and saying i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry and crying into her shoulder and her nose pressed into his neck
imagine percy, who wasn’t even that close to jason but heard it and felt his blood boil because he was so tired of losing friends, so fucking tired. so fucking tired of doing the gods bidding and now jason grace who had just tried to be good was dead and who knew which of his friends would be taken next because he could never catch a break. imagine him hitting something over and over and over again because he’s so angry because piper didn’t deserve that and neither did jason
imagine annabeth breaking down and sobbing because she had never trusted him and she had counted him out too soon and now he was dead because he had tried to save her best friend. imagine her seeing the grief on piper’s face every time they talk and imagine her calling magnus after she hasn’t slept in days and wiping her nose and trying so hard to seem like she’s not crying but her voice wobbles a little too much and her head is pressed against her wall and tears are pouring down her face again because she never even got to say goodbye and she can’t get his dead face out of her mind
imagine hazel trembling as she tries to speak at camp jupiter and her eyes well with tears because she thought he was brave and then she tore him down for it and just starting at the coffin and realizing she can’t, she can’t she can’t. now he’s stuck in the underworld forever and she knows firsthand how that feels and he’s alone and her sobbing and sobbing and sobbing because he was brave and this was where bravery got demigods
imagine frank choking when he hears it, not quite believing it, jason had saved his life so many times, why would he die now? but he meets up with piper and he sees the grief mirrored in everything she does and it hits him that this is real and he doesn’t know how to deal with it because it feels as if he’s been struck in the face as hard as piper and he stumbles. he cries for jason at his funeral and tells new rome that jason sounded like the best praetor they had ever had and imagine him killing caligula, jason’s name being the last thing the emporer heard because no one hurt frank’s friends. imagine the pure ungodly rage that struck frank because jason was supposed to be alive, not this awful emperor who had cheated death
imagine reyna freezing up and refusing to cry in front of anyone but just breaking down the second she gets a chance. imagine her voice cracking everytime she says his name and imagine her shoulders hunched over and her forehead pressed against the wall and her nose touching a picture of them together, her ruffling his hair and him mid-laugh and she wishes it could’ve been her because no one deserved to live without jason’s laugh or the little scar on his lip or his electric blue eyes that felt so intense she wanted to live in them
imagine nico feeling it when jason dies but refusing to accept it, imagine him meeting piper and leo and piper sobs out the story and he’s just frozen, grief stricken. jason was the first person to accept him and he made him happy and he was always the optimism to nico’s pessimism. he got to know nico and he always checked up on him and nico never valued it enough and now his head is spinning and nico was the first person jason confided in when he had started to question his sexuality and nico had trusted jason with his entire being and now he wasn’t here. imagine him visiting him in the underworld and it’s just his spirit in elysium and they still laugh but something is off about it, maybe it’s the frequency or the fact that this isn’t all of jason or the sadness of memories weighing nico down because he’s so damn tired of losing everyone he loves or the fact that jason will never give him one of those overbearingly warm hugs or bring him lunch and watch him eat or the fact he’ll never see his real human smile again
imagine thalia losing her breath and forgetting how to breathe because first her mom and then luke and not him, too, please gods not him. but it was him and piper and thalia bonding over their grief and thalia always feeling like she’s missing something because she didn’t even get to say goodbye, she should’ve been there, she should’ve saved him. now she has no family. she already lost him once and she thought he was safe and now he’s dead
imagine jason looking up at the false stars in elysium and thinking of how he and piper had snuck out once and wrapping his arms around himself and trying to eliminate the chill of loneliness. imagine him knowing and accepting and preparing himself to die after he got the prophecy, imagine him chanting their names over and over so he won’t forget. “piper. leo. reyna. nico.” over and over and over till his lips feel like they’ve turned blue