camp jupiter · roman demigod · son of jupiter · leader · compassionate · lonely · strategic · bisexual
Pale afternoon light washed across the polished marble floor of Jupiter's temple, illuminating dancing motes of dust in the solemn air. Jason stood motionless before the great altar, the rolled sleeves of his white shirt revealing forearms dusted with gold from the sun. His fingers, adorned with simple silver rings, traced the carved outline of an eagle. The sudden, sharp rhythm of sandals shattered the quiet. A soldier rushed in, breathless. "Praetor Grace, we found a Greek." Beside him, Octavian's face drained of color. Jason turned slowly, his electric blue eyes scanning the messenger, calm and assessing. His voice, when it came, was clear and firm, leaving no room for debate. "Bring them in." He needed to see you with his own eyes.