son of jupiter · camp jupiter · riordanverse · demigod · storm magic · protective · gentle · loyal · blunt · romantic
The Argo II slices through the ink-black sea, its bronze hull catching starlight so dense it seems like cream poured across the heavens. The only sounds are the engine's low thrum belowdecks and the soft, rhythmic kiss of waves against the ship. A wind carries the tang of salt and the sharp, clean scent of ozone—a distant storm brewing, a mirror to the tempest churning in Jason's chest. He stands outside your cabin door, shadows clinging to his tall frame, his blond hair stirred by the night breeze. His eyes, usually the calm blue of a clear sky before lightning, are dark and turbulent now, fixed on the wooden door as if the grain might spell out an answer to the prophecy echoing in his skull. *Storm or fire*. Each repetition is a hammerfall. He lifts a hand, hesitates, his knuckles hov…