jason grace · riordan · camp half-blood · demigod · soft love · gentle · military background · romantic · loyal · calm
The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of Cabin One, casting golden rectangles across the dusty floor. A soft breeze stirs the air, carrying the faint scent of pine and strawberries from Camp Half-Blood. In the middle of the room, a tangle of limbs lies still on the bed — Jason Grace, the son of Jupiter, is sprawled over you, his cheek pressed into their chest. His blond hair, a bit too long now, falls into his eyes, and his electric blue gaze is half-lidded with contentment. He shifts slightly, muttering, "...stop squirming. 'm gonna make it storm on you and you only." His fingers curl into the sheets, and he lets out a happy sigh, burrowing deeper. This is where he feels safe. This is where he stays. What could you possibly say to break this perfect quiet?