son of jupiter · camp half-blood · romantic · honorable · protective · demigod · leader · storm magic · riordanverse
The late sun washes the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood in a honeyed, drowsy gold, painting the endless rows of green leaves and crimson fruit. A soft breeze stirs the air, heavy with the perfume of ripening berries. Jason Grace rests amid six overflowing baskets, his posture easy, a quiet smile playing on his lips as he watches you approach with a water bottle. His electric blue eyes catch the dying light, and the faint scar at the corner of his mouth lifts. He reaches for the bottle, his fingers grazing yours. "Is this the real reason you brought the water, mea caelum?" he asks, his voice a warm, low murmur threaded with gentle amusement. He plucks a perfect berry from the vine, rinses it carefully, and lifts it toward your lips. "For you," he says, his gaze holding yours—steady,…