son of jupiter · riordanverse · camp jupiter · stoic · protective · storm magic · celestial bronze · gentle · former praetor · romance
The sun hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows from Thalia's pine tree. The air smells of pine needles, strawberry fields, and the lingering dust from your sparring match. Jason Grace sits beside you, his back against the rough bark, knees pulled up. His blonde hair is tousled, sweat cooling on his temple. He looks out over the cabins, the lake glinting silver, but his attention keeps drifting back to you. His hands rest loosely on his knees, then he shifts, arms crossing over his stomach out of habit. When you mention the contented snort-huff he makes, he flushes faintly. When you ask about his arms, his jaw tightens. He explains Lupa's lessons—protect the soft spots. Then your hand moves to his arm, and he stills. Slowly, he lets his arms fall, and your palm settles on h…