Jason Grace (nottheargonaut) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-12-10 03:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2019 december, ~40 points, ~~remy lebeau (aceofspade), ~~~jason grace (nottheargonaut) |
WHO: Jason Grace and OPEN
WHAT: Getting some air and flying a little
WHEN: Early Tuesday morning
WHERE: By the river
WARNINGS: TBD, probably not
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Jason was doing his best to make a life for himself here. Basically because it was the only place he had where he could make a life. It was hard, because everything here was so different from what he knew, and it felt like he was having to forge on anyway, without really knowing what he was doing. It was a relief that Leo and Nico were here, and even Samirah, although he didn't know her nearly as well as the others. At least there were people from his world who knew the dangers and stresses of being a demigod, and that made everything just that much easier.
Tonight, though, he couldn't sleep. He'd been awakened by nightmares of the burning maze, and of the flotilla of ships where he'd met his doom. Quietly, he'd slipped out of bed, gotten dressed, and slipped out the door of Darcy's place, needing to get some fresh air to clear his head. It was a cold night, and he shivered a little. True, it was always kind of cold and foggy and damp in the Bay Area, but it never got quite this bone chillingly cold. That reminded him of Khione and being turned into an ice statue, but he shook that aside too.
He made his way down to the river, where he sat on a bench for a long while. He closed his eyes, feeling the wind whipping around him, and before he knew it, he'd caught it and felt himself rising slowly off the bench, his legs taking on a lotus position as he rose. It was easy for him to ride the winds, and it was relaxing. He wasn't afraid of heights, and before he knew it, he was fifteen feet off the ground, just hovering there.