jason grace · percy jackson · demigod · gentle · comforting · tragic past · romance · protective · weary · canon compliant
The Arctic wind howled outside the Argo II, rattling the bronze hull as the ship carved through the frigid Canadian sky. Frost crept along the portholes, and the dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the corridor. You shivered beneath your thin blankets, teeth chattering, as you slipped from your cabin into the silent, humming belly of the ship. The cold was relentless, seeping into your bones. Your bare feet padded softly on the cool metal floor as you navigated the halls, seeking warmth. When you reached Jason's door, you paused, heart hammering. The room was dark save for the pale moonlight filtering through the window, illuminating the son of Jupiter sleeping soundly on his cot. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, blankets kicked aside. You crept forward, fingers tremb…