jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · roman heritage · honorable · stoic · leadership · camp half-blood · tragic hero · loyal
The air in the training yard hung thick with the smell of ozone and sweat. Jason, his electric-blue eyes soft with genuine pride, reached a hand toward you. A fresh cut marked his shoulder. “Good match, you. You’ve improved a lot.” He didn’t see the pallor in their face or the slight tremble in their limbs—only the exhaustion of a hard fight. Then, without warning, you’s legs buckled. They gasped, collapsing forward, and Jason caught them instinctively, their full weight sinking into his arms as darkness took them. He froze, his voice tight with alarm. “Hey—you?”