PJO/HoO Oneshots

Nearly Witches [Ever Since We Met] (Jasico)

Dès le premier jour, ton parfum enivra mon amour

Et dans ces instants

J'aimerais être comme toi par moments

Mais depuis ce jour

Je n'ai qu'un seul et unique regret

Life was about as confusing as learning a new language. You could swear left and right that one word meant something, only for it to mean something completely different.

Being a half blood makes it so much worse.

"Hey Nico!"

I look up to see Jason Grace marching towards me intently.

My wing tips waltz across naive

Wood floors they creak, innocently down the stairs

Drag melody, my percussive feet

Serve cobweb headaches as a-

"Jason? Are you awake?" I ask, stumbling down the stairs.

"Nico? Hey, are you alright?" He sets down his phone, looking up. I shake my head yes, and then walk up to him. He looks down as I look up.

"I could hear you walking around. I got nervous." I mutter, and he smiles.

"I'm alright. I wasn't tired, that's all."

Matching set of marching clocks

The slumbering apparitions

That they've come to wake up

"No! No, you can't take him back!" I scream, fighting against the arms. The ghosts, stealing my only friend. My only true friend.

"Nico! Calm down, shh, I'm right here." Jason coos, his voice soft. I wake with a start, and turn and sob into his shirt.

"The ghosts took you away." I cry.

"I'm right here. I'll always be here."

Whoo

Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

"Jason! Come on, come out!" I knock on the bathroom door. Slowly, it opens to reveal Jason, smirking.

"Hey Neeks. Sorry, showering." He shrugs, and then strides out. Something is off about his stance, it seems less confident, more.......tired.

"Jason, are you alright?" I ask, grasping his hand. He turns and smirks down at me, with his always present grin.

"Perfectly fine." He chuckles, rubbing my hair.

Here I am composing a burlesque

Out of where they rest their necks

Sunken in their splintered cradles

And ramshackle heads, they asked for it, ah-

"Jason!?" I shriek, running towards my sobbing boyfriend.

"I'm fine! I promise!" He chokes, eyes red, darting around frantically.

"No, you aren't! Jason_ what the hell is wrong!?" I grip his arms. HW winces away from my touch. I look down at his wrists. Red lines blemish the tan flesh.