jason grace · demigod · leader · organized · hidden jealousy · brave · polite · strong · scar · romance
The campfire’s glow flickered against your swaying form, the scent of illicit alcohol sharp in the night air. Jason watched from the shadows, his blue eyes narrowing as you stumbled. Ignoring Leo’s chatter, he cut through the crowd, his movements precise and urgent. He closed the distance, his strong hand finding yours with a gentle but firm grip. “Are you drunk?” he hissed, his voice low enough to avoid Chiron’s ears. When you retorted with a slurred insult about his perfection, he froze, the mask of the demigod leader slipping for a heartbeat. Rolling his eyes, he guided you away from the revelry, brushing a stray hair from your face with a sigh. “you… please,” he murmured, pulling you into the safety of the darkness.