#alabaster cheekbones torrington

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

That moment when the guy that you all looked up to at some point haunts your relationship

[iamrizaka]

Alabaster Torrington is more like Asteria than the rest of Hecate's children.

He is a small, boyish copy of Asteria.

her smooth forehead, her symmetrical nose, her high thin cheekbones and her lips ‐ pink-pale and plump.

His mother always told them that Alabaster looked like his immortal grandmother, more than herself.

rest of her children have always received only some features of Asteria.

The second close-looking Hecate child is Lou Ellen, and that really puts Alabaster on edge. If he were to die, she would be left at Zeus' mercy (which he does not have)

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

The raid had been a catastrophic failure. Again, groaned Jason internally from where he laid on the metal floor of the warehouse Titan army used as a base.

From the corners of his eyes he could see Saturn's soldiers dragging his tied up cohort towards a corner. Cohort Four had been the ones that went first; and the ones the Fifth had to fight against as they had been puppeted by enemy forces via magic. Currently they were out cold, their slumbering bodies piled on top of eachother like broken marionettes.

Metallic clings drew his attention to his back, before he was ousted up by his magic bindings and came face to face with the smug shit-eating grin of Saturn's general.

Alabaster Torrington pushed Jason to his knees, raising his chin with two fingers.

"Well, hello Centurion," Alabaster hummed, cupping his face and turning it slowly from side to side, as if he was inspecting a prize.

Jason chose to curl his lip in greeting.

"You owe me a kiss, Grace," sharp nails dug into Jason's jaw, Alabaster's voice on an ecstatic high.

Jason blinked, "Right now? Here?"

Alabaster gripped his face tighter, his rings almost bruising Jason's skin, "If someone didn't stick his tail between his legs and run every time he tried to initiate it, there would be no need for this."

"All my cohort is watching, Alabaster." Jason hissed. Only for his breath to hitch as Alabaster drew a dagger with his free hand.

He watched with increasing nervousness and his skin burning up while Alabaster caressed Jason's cheek with the sharp edge of the blade, then went lower down his throat, to rest beneath his collarbone.

"Maybe I should give you a little parting gift," Alabaster mused, "so you will seek me out to patch you up later."

Jason glared.

"No, I love you too much for that."

Jason could never figure out if he had fallen in love with the most dramatic theatre nerd ever or if Alabaster just had a plain old mean streak.

"If I kiss you," Jason licked his lips, "will you let me and my cohort—mmh."

Alabaster's thumb was in his mouth. He leaned towards Jason's ear, sending blood rushing to his face.

"I'm not going to coerce you into anything you don't want, Jase," Alabaster whispered, "who do you take me for?"

Jason averted his eyes, nodded and glanced over the other's shoulder, his heart beating inside his ribcage. If he kissed Alabaster now... would they see it?

Jason swallowed, "Scoot over."

Alabaster gave him a triumphant smile, pulling away his thumb, and moved so he'd block Jason from the rest's vision. Jason leaned in, pressing a quick kiss against Alabaster's mouth, the other's lips burning his own like fire.

Alabaster stroked his cheekbone with his thumb, before shoving Jason to the ground. He gestured his army to retreat and shadow travelled away. Leaving Jason to cut apart his and his cohort's binds with Alabaster's knife and taste of raspberry chapstick on his mouth.