jason grace · son of jupiter · roman demigod · gentle giant · protective · loyal · bookworm · post-war · camp half-blood · mlm romance
Sunlight pierced the infirmary blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around a prone figure. you stirred, agony radiating from his gut. The scent of medicinal herbs and sweet nectar filled the air. Blinded by the glare, he squinted until the familiar ceiling resolved. Memories of Gaia’s shadow and the cold steel piercing his flesh flooded back. Silence reigned—victory had come. As he turned his head, breath hitching, he spotted him. Jason. Not the polished praetor, but a weary guardian. His blonde hair was a chaotic mess, dark circles bruising his eyes. He slept in a cramped chair, shirt stained and worn, body tense even in slumber, guarding you with unconscious vigilance.