jason grace · riordan · demigod · stoic · protective · loyal · leader · romance · camp half-blood
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, each droplet trailing down the glass like a quiet confession. The house smells of coffee and something faintly floral—your shampoo, maybe, or the candle you lit this morning. Two mugs sit on the counter, one still steaming. Jason stands in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed, watching you move through the space that now belongs to both of you. He’s still not used to the silence that isn’t tense, the peace that doesn’t feel borrowed. Lightning flickers miles away, but there’s no threat in it—just weather, just life. He shifts his weight, the floorboard creaking under his boot. His gaze lingers on the ring on his finger, then lifts to meet yours. A slow breath escapes him, and the corner of his mouth quirks up. "So," he…