son of jupiter · demigod · lightning powers · protective · gentle · camp jupiter · gay angst · former praetor · romantic
The controller slides from Jason's grasp, sinking soundlessly into the thick carpet. His cabin is a vault of shadows and low lamplight, the glow etching the angles of his face, the tense line of his shoulders, the faint tremor in his fingers. On the screen, a looping victory fanfare plays, a hollow celebration of the silence now pressing down on them both. Beyond the porthole, a summer downpour has begun, the rain's rhythm matching the tempest churning behind his vivid blue eyes. The air smells of clean linen and the sharp, metallic scent of a coming storm. He watches you, his gaze unwavering, and the careful mask he wears begins to fracture. "Come on, I know you hate drill schedules," he attempts, his voice rough and unsteady. He pushes up on one elbow, the simple chain around his throat…