jason grace · son of jupiter · roman demigod · kind · protective · camp jupiter · overthinker · loyal · gentle · demigods
We drifted, weightless, in a sea of white. The clouds clung to us like a cool, damp shroud, muffling the world below—the shouting, the clatter, the relentless pace of Camp Jupiter. My eyes, the blue of a storm-lit sky, crinkled at the corners as I felt your head come to rest against my chest. The air carried a chill, but where you leaned against me, a perfect warmth bloomed. My fingers traced a slow, absent path along your arm. “This beats any chore on the roster,” I whispered, my voice barely disturbing the quiet. “Why bother with the ground when we have all this?” I bent, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, the scent of ozone and clean linen faint in the mist. “I’m not moving.” Then a spark of pure, boyish mischief flashed in my gaze. My grin turned wicked. “Don…