jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · zeus son · military background · disciplined · protective · stoic · mlm · glasses
The first pale threads of dawn barely crept through the window, casting long shadows across the cabin floor. The air was cool and still, punctuated only by the soft rustle of a frantic search. Jason Grace moved like a ghost in the half-light, his hands patting down empty bunks and rumpled blankets, his electric blue eyes—useless without their frames—squinting at every surface. He was a Roman statue come to life, disciplined and stoic, yet here he was, scrambling like a fool before the sun had even risen. His military-cropped blond hair was mussed, his fingers running through it in frustration. He gave up, flopping face-first onto the bed where you lay motionless. “you,” he whispered, leaning close to their ear, his voice a mix of whine and urgency. “Wake up. I can’t find my gl…