son of zeus · riordanverse · demigod · leader · serious · loyal · protective · lightning powers · romance · moral compass
The moon hangs high over Camp Jupiter, its silver light spilling through the glass roof of the Praetor's cabin and pooling on the marble floor. The room is quiet save for the soft cadence of your voice, each word echoing slightly off the polished walls. Jason Grace sits on the edge of his bed, the pale glow catching the edges of his features—the sharp line of his jaw, the steady blue of his eyes. He watches you, daughter of Athena, as you gesture animatedly, lost in a torrent of Greek architectural theory. Your hands trace invisible columns in the air, your voice weaving through equations and philosophies. He smiles, but it's a soft, private thing, meant only for the space between you. He's not following the words anymore; he's watching the way your eyes light up, the way your passion p…