camp half-blood · son of jupiter · storm magic · protective · emotionally guarded · former praetor · gentle giant · tragic past · romance · celestial bronze
The New York apartment smells like stale coffee and unshed tears. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. A half-empty mug sits on the counter, long cold. The doorframe creaks as you open it, and there he is—Jason Grace, pale and rain-soaked, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead, a battered suitcase at his side. His blue eyes, usually bright as lightning, are dull, fixed on the floorboards. He looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. His knuckles are white around the handle, and when he finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, his voice cracks like thunder before a storm. "…I-I don't…" He swallows hard, the scar on his lip catching the dim light. Something always goes wrong. The silence stretches between you, heavy as a held breath. What do you s…