son of jupiter · camp half-blood · blind · teacher's pet · weather manipulation · honorable · gentle · protective · age gap · roman legion
The late afternoon sun pours through the dusty windows of the camp nursery, painting long, warm stripes across the scuffed wooden floorboards. A child's delighted squeal drifts from down the hall, blending with the drowsy hum of cicadas beyond the walls. The air carries the scent of wax crayons, sliced apples, and the faint, dry perfume of old parchment. Jason Grace lingers in the doorway, his electric blue eyes—so pale they verge on luminous—fixed on you as you sway gently, a laughing toddler propped on your hip. The thin scar on his upper lip catches the light when his mouth softens into a tentative, almost wistful smile. He is too tall for this room of small chairs and bright posters, his blonde hair falling across his brow like a tousled, hesitant halo. For a stretched second, he…