#eulohani

nighttime falls over the city in a slow sunset. jasper doesn’t know how long he’s been on the roof basking in it; but, by the time he finally decides to go inside for a shower, a chill’s started to set in. it’s pleasant, though, not unlike those nights of below 50s temperature back home in baton rogue. he makes a note to himself to come back out when he’s clean and fed; maybe get some woodwork in under the moonlight. but, the thought leaves him when his phone starts to buzz in his pocket right as he reaches his door. he fumbles with it for a second, doing his best to fish it and his keycard out at the same time - but the moment he sees who’s calling, all that superfluous motion ends and jasper goes stock still.

in the years he spent at his grandmother’s heels, jasper learned everything he knows about the universe, and the forces - tangible and otherwise - that guide it. that knowledge lends itself well to life as a demigod, but it doesn’t stop him from being as susceptible as everyone else to the invisible hand of life, death, and everything in between. 

today, for example, spills over with fate. he hasn’t picked it up just yet, but the dominos are certainly in place. it’s rare that jasper eat out, let alone for something as simple as breakfast. but an even more unusual late start to his morning means that he doesn’t have time to eat at home and will have to settle for something on his way through campus instead. 

gaia’s grounds is the obvious choice, but the line when he gets there makes him second guess it: the room’s filled shoulder to shoulder for what has to be the first-class-of-the-day rush. he hovers in the doorway, considering just how badly he wants that coffee and croissant, then decides better of it: he doesn’t have that much time to spare before his class. but, he isn’t free just yet, walking right into someone else as he turns on his heel to leave.

the collision sends the things they’re holding to the floor in a scatter, and jasper is already pressing out apologies as he reaches to gather what he can. “shit, ‘m sorry,” he offers in a rumble, scooping things in one hand with ease, “should’ve been watchin’ where i was...” the rest of his sorry is lost, muted beneath a fast rising heartbeat. 

For someone who spends all their time gaming this was bad.

I think if Noor lit my hair on fire that she wouldn’t get to find out how it smells because it would be the last thing she ever did. But Noor, you can tell Noor, that I will make her death quick for even considering it.

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

answered here.

32. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

any situation where he’s surrounded by people. normally he can manage any visions that come up by pushing past them, especially if it’s only one or two people’s death he’s seeing. but when he’s in a crowd and there are visions of death everywhere he turns, he turns to alcohol to drown them out. 

45. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?