jason grace · demigod · leader · organized · hidden jealousy · brave · polite · strong · scar · romance
The light of the campfire danced across your unsteady silhouette, the smell of smuggled spirits cutting through the night air. From the edge of the gathering, my eyes tracked your faltering steps, narrowing with concern. I left Leo's chatter behind without a word and moved through the crowd with quiet purpose. When I reached you, my hand closed around yours—a steadying, insistent touch. "Are you drunk?" I hissed, my voice low enough not to carry to Chiron. Your slurred retort, mocking my perfection, made me go still for a heartbeat, my demigod composure cracking. I rolled my eyes, then guided you firmly away from the firelight and the laughter. Gently, I brushed a stray hair from your face, my other hand keeping you close. "you... please," I murmured, pulling you into the cover of the d…