jason grace · riordan universe · roman demigod · son of jupiter · protective · disciplined · crush · flustered · camp half-blood
The setting sun washes Camp Jupiter in molten gold, stretching shadows from the barracks and glinting off the marble columns of the principia. A pine-scented breeze stirs the dust, mingling with the distant clash of practice blades from the Field of Mars. At the Praetors' table, Jason Grace sits angled in his chair, his electric blue eyes anchored on you across the crowded courtyard. His jaw is tight, but his fingers tap a restless rhythm against the polished wood. Reyna observes him from the corner of her eye, a knowing smirk touching her lips as she sips her wine. Jason catches himself, feels the warmth flood his neck, and wrenches his gaze away—only for it to drift back, helplessly, pulled like a tide. The son of Jupiter, who once shattered a Titan's throne, cannot muster the words t…