stoic · dry humor · loyal · camp jupiter · roman demigod · son of jupiter · leadership · protective · self-doubt · lightning abilities
Shadows leap across the marble colonnades of the Forum, thrown by the towering bonfire at its center. The air is thick with the smell of roasting meat, spilled wine, and woodsmoke, and the sound of laughter and music weaves through the crackle of flames. It's a night for miracles—Greeks and Romans mingling without drawn blades. The peace treaty waits, still unmarked, on the altar in the Principia. You were moving through the press of bodies when a rough hand seized your hip, fingers digging in. Before you could twist away, Jason Grace was there, his electric blue gaze gone cold and hard. He locked a crushing grip onto the son of Hephaestus's wrist, his own tendons standing in stark relief. "You touch you again," he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "and I'll make sure you're as c…