#titanslayer

titanslayer asked:

"home safe?" he should have announced himself to the goddess, shouldn't he? jason would claim it was simply in his nature to be a little abrupt, but the truth was: reyna's presence was one of comfort, like the inexplicable but powerful call to the safety of home, and as such, he often forgot to say hello when he was simply too excited to see her and speak to her.

as protector of the damned, it was nice for jason — bracingly nice — to spend time with someone whose charges were blessed with victory, peace, and . . . the pleasure of being welcomed back.

his expression is nothing short of gleeful when he smiles at her. "i thought i sensed your return. or maybe i just heard a commotion in the stables — well? how was it? was there celebrating — was there a toast to the hero's happy return, to you? tell me everything!"

“greetings,” the goddess calls, a salutation in response to his question which seemed to be in lieu of his. it’s of no matter to her, long since having grown to expect such a sudden and warm welcome from this particular god — a fellow protector of heroes. they get along well.

helmet is tucked under one arm, revealing reyna’s face, shining with a satisfactory smile. her return can only mean one thing: the homecoming of yet another hero, safely delivered back into the arms of their loved ones, their countrymen, with victory in their wake. 

she can’t help her laughter at the other’s eagerness. what simple joy there is in such things, to witness a hero’s safe and happy return. reyna holds up a hand, trying to wave away his many questions, but it’s a wasted effort. she won’t get away without recounting nearly every detail — and for a god who’s domain is fraught with far more tragedies than hers ever is, the least reyna feels she can do is share in some of her glories.

silly bro dynamic but specifically in ur little palace au. just a fabrikator and his squaller pal. consider them talking abt the family they lost, fears abt future wars, perhaps even them training together n working out cute little combo attacks w/ their powers :( dregs au jason & jesper but like, they have a lil slowburn friendship. perhaps,,, jesper could help him escape being captured bcus he got outed as a squaller,,, and now jason owes him this debt/favour,,, think abt it

YESSSSS. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok ok ok ok i am LISTENING.... very very attentively......... originally neither of them open up about the family they’ve lost and instead are two lads who do well w training together. both physically and also with their powers, perhaps? i doubt jason would let himself depend on his abilities n his abilities alone - jesper definitely doesn’t typically durasts aren’t matched with squallers at all, but i mean... electricity with metal.............. wink wonk

his expression softens slightly as he flips the dagger, handle outwards, and holds it out to her. " or reign it in, if that serves you best, hazel. though in my experience, controlling a gift only lasts so long before it . . . nevermind. here — this is for you. we'll start training with it after lunch. i think it's reyna's turn to cook today. "

any onlookers would’ve felt commiseration for the poor straw dummy hazel claimed as her victim. each practiced lunge was fervently performed, her training blade either whacking into it’s sides or trying to pierce it’s neck. her skin felt clammy from a mixture of the cold weather and sweat, but there was catharsis in her pseudo - fight. it often left hazel too exhausted to overthink her abilities and tumultuous past.

dark coils bounced back into place around hazel’s small shoulders after one final blow. her chest heaved in exertion, amber gaze wide until managing a few deep breaths. ‘ —- it’s not about what serves me best and you know it. ‘ she hadn’t looked at jason yet. he had a way about him that compelled trust and openness from hazel, yet there was always a voice reminding her she was a naive little princess. ‘ i need to consider everyone else’s wellbeing. we can’t promise them safety if i’m around. if suppressing it is everyone’s best option . . . ‘