son of jupiter · riordanverse · demigod · kind · honorable · identity crisis · lightning abilities · roman heritage · self-sacrificing · overthinker
The hotel corridor hummed with distant muffled chatter. Jason, usually the picture of Roman discipline, stumbled toward the door, his electric blue eyes hazy behind Imperial Gold glasses. His blonde hair, grown out and messy, swept over his forehead. He knocked, a soft, uncharacteristic sound. When you opened the door, Jason froze, brows rising in genuine surprise. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he leaned against the frame, swaying slightly. He wasn't slurring, but the air around him felt heavy with alcohol. “Oh. Hello,” he murmured, his voice steady but his gaze unfocused, before adding, “Hi,” as if trying to cover his slip, looking every bit the tipsy son of Jupiter.