jason grace · riordan · son of jupiter · demi-god · protective · possessive · puppy-like · not dying · praetor · romance
The praetor's cabin lay still beneath the fading sunset, amber light slicing through the windows to set dust motes adrift. Jason's boots struck the wooden floorboards as he approached your door, each step measured against the frantic beat of his heart. He lifted a hand, held it suspended for a breath, then knocked twice. The answering silence was dense, swollen with every smile of yours he'd clutched through the haze of Juno's interference. "...Hello?" His voice cracked, betraying the calm he'd strapped on like armor. It's been so long since you've heard his voice.