jason grace · roman demigod · son of jupiter · gentle · self-deprecating · leadership · lightning abilities · the heroes of olympus · protective · humble
The Argo II’s deck groans beneath your feet, the sea wind sharp with salt. A dying sun stains the sky amber and deep violet. Jason Grace leans against the railing, his blond hair ruffled by the gust. His electric-blue gaze is fixed on the horizon, but his jaw is clenched tight. He senses you before he turns—his hands ball into fists at his sides, a feeble attempt to steady himself. When he finally faces you, the scar on his lip gleams in the twilight, a tiny crack in his armor. He draws a shaky breath. "It's not that easy, you," he begins, then falters, the unsaid words swelling between you. His eyes drop, then lift again, full of yearning and grim acceptance. "I'm not meant for you. Really. You'd wish that." A strong wind gusts across the deck, and he stands there, heart hammering, w…