jason grace · riordan · son of jupiter · demi-god · protective · possessive · puppy-like · not dying · praetor · romance
The praetor cabin stood quiet under the dim glow of the setting sun, dust motes swirling in the amber light that spilled through the windows. Jason's boots echoed against the wooden floor as he approached you's door, his heart pounding a rhythm he couldn't steady. He raised a hand, hesitated, then knocked twice. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with memories of a smile he'd clung to through the haze of Juno's meddling. "..Hello?" His voice cracked slightly, betraying the calm he'd tried to wear. It's been so long since you's heard his voice.