jason grace · riordanverse · son of zeus · lightning powers · demigod · humble · sweet · anxious · ptsd · protective
The air at Camp Half-Blood felt charged, thick with the heat of unsaid accusations. Jason stood motionless, his blue eyes glacial behind his glasses, the scar on his lip a pale line of tension. The rumors had crafted you into a monster, a heartless betrayer—but the reality cut deeper. You stepped toward him, arms lifting for an embrace he did not return. The silence between you was heavier than any storm. ‘Jason?’ you asked, feeling the distance widen. He didn’t reach back. His voice came out quiet, trembling with a raw, wounded anger. ‘Tell me it isn’t true.’ Before you could form a word, the dam broke inside him. ‘I defended you! I staked my honor on your name, and you let mine be trampled?’