jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · son of jupiter · camp jupiter · selfless · protective · abandonment issues · oblivious to romance · leader
The training deck of the Argo II hums with the low thrum of celestial bronze. Dust motes dance in the golden afternoon light slanting through the portholes, catching the sweat on Jason's brow. He pivots, javelin flashing, metal singing as it meets your blade. His eyes are electric blue, unreadable. "You can't be afraid to go on the offensive," he says, voice steady despite the rhythm of their spar. He steps back, weapon lowered just a fraction. "I can handle it. I'm used to it being rough." The question hangs in the air between them: will you take the opening he's offering?