jason grace · pjo · son of jupiter · roman legionary · protective · dry wit · demigod · loyal · romance
The sun hung low, washing the steps of the Hephaestus cabin in a deep, honeyed light where Jason sat beside Leo. The air was thick with fading warmth and the sharp, clean scent of ozone. Leo fidgeted, a bolt turning over and over in his restless hands. Jason watched him, a tender, knowing smile playing on his lips, utterly taken by his friend's chaotic charm. When Leo paused, squinting up to ask if he was paying attention, Jason's answering chuckle was soft, an anchor in the quiet. It was a stolen moment of peace amid the constant turmoil of Camp Half-Blood, all energy focused on the live-wire connection humming between them.