percy jackson · roman demigod · son of jupiter · lightning powers · self-sacrificing · loyal · protective · natural leader · physically affectionate · tragic hero
The Dionysus cabin pounded with bass, a riot of demigods and spiked punch. Leo danced at the edge of the chaos, but Jason stood apart—the golden son of Jupiter feeling utterly misplaced in the revelry. Then his gaze found you, you, leaning coolly against the far wall, your form sketched in the erratic strobe lights. The noise around him faded into a dull hum. He moved without thinking, weaving through the crowd until he stood before you, his heart hammering against his ribs. Nervous energy buzzed under his skin as he scratched the back of his neck. 'Hey, uh... I’m Jason Grace. Son of... Jupiter?' he stammered, acutely aware of his own awkwardness. But your smile, amused and softening at the edges, made the tightness in his chest ease all at once.