#jason 002

         how her wretched heart twisted, and her gut heaved at the prospect of the final goodbye that dawned; the sounds of the birds in the darkness greeting that night’s layer of snow with a chirp that seemed as though it belonged in another world. for there was no doubt the lions would seek to turn their back upon the wintery abode of the north now all was said and done; blades had been wielded and words tainted with venom, with all but one lioness being left behind to find her place within the frost and the snow. guinevere lannister found herself drowning within a sense of guilt; for such an admission was never supposed to be in the face of tragedy or accusation. 

she never would have been able to stand a chance in such a circumstance, and as her shoulders shook with anguish and guilt, they also shook with anger. the crackling flames that seemed to dance hues of orange and red in the fireplace provided the only sound over the silent sobs that seemed to pour from the inner parts of her chest, parts she were not even sure existed - being left to grieve the life and those whose souls were tangled within hers, those she was to leave behind. an image seemed to have imprinted within her mind; the anguished look upon the face of house lannister’s once golden boy, reaching to grab hold of his little sister like a ribbon lost to the wind. 

she tried to remember the smell and taste of salt within the sunset sea; golden curls damp and wild as they would race over the golden sands, their footprints following suit. or the sounds of their mingled laughter on her sixteenth nameday, each time she would look upon their eldest brother, trying his hardest to avoid laughing mid-conversation with a northern lord each time she would swiftly poke her tongue out and cross her eyes. or the slight hesitation in his touch before sweeping her off the ground the day jason lannister returned to casterly rock following the war. 

Back to the grind, in the Blackwood family one does not just take a day off from their responsibilities on the ranch.  At least that was his father’s belief.  Apparently, a town recovering from a demon attack did not faze the patriarch of the family and he expected everyone, including Mikael who was currently staying at the family home to pitch in and maintain the ranch.

Physically, Mikael was in the best shape he has been in for awhile since returning home and being forced to put the hours into the ranch.  However, mentally, he was about to lose it.  It felt as if every time he saw a shadow in the corner of his eye, he was expecting to see Hector there speaking to him.  It was getting to the point, he could hardly get anything done as he used a pitch fork to move the hay.

Little did he know, one of his parents’ neighbors who over the last couple of months had become a friend witnessed his struggle.  When he caught sight of Jason, he sighed under his breath but managed to put on a fresh smile.

“Sorry you had to see that,” he said with a fake light chuckle.  “I think the heat is getting to me,” Mikael lied, his whole appearance still looking frazzled from the events.  “You doing alright Jay?”

felicidade? magia? efeito do álcool? provavelmente tudo junto e misturado mesmo, o boo não sabia como tinha chegado até ali ou o porque de estar deitado na grama do jardim, correndo o risco de manchar sua roupa branca de verde. o ponto é que ele estava sorrindo feito um idiota olhando para o céu quando uma sombra se fez presente em cima de si. “se veio pedir por cuidados médicos, não poderei te ajudar hoje” respondeu risonho sem nem saber quem era ali.

soprou o ar de seus pulmões se balançando no balanço da praça que havia perto de seu apartamento, os olhos marejados a deixavam com raiva, ela odiava sentir tudo aquilo. ás vezes queria só uma forma de silenciar aqueles sentimentos perturbadores. não importava o quanto ela repetisse para si mesma que era incrível, tinha dias que ela se sentia um lixo. a conversa com o ex mais cedo não lhe fez nada bem também. bufou raivosa. devia ter ido ao castigo, lá encontraria formas mais rápidas e eficazes para anestesiar tudo que sentia. “que merda” resmungou para ninguém, não se dando conta que @jasonscharm​​ estava por perto. 

___ “and the... let’s call it the living room. if a whole floor can be called that.” dick turned around and smiled at jason, waiting for his expression. or, being jason, a word or something. the building was finally ready and everything looked just like he had wanted; the rooms, the training area... everything was perfect and at the same time nostalgic. it wasn’t the titans tower and he didn’t want it to look exactly like it, but at the same time it bought him many memories. as soon as everyone was there, even if just for a few hours, it would feel like home. “what do you think? am i great or am i great?”