jason grace · son of jupiter · camp jupiter · demigod · roman mythology · infj · responsible · protective · leadership · weather manipulation
The Zeus cabin at Camp Half-Blood was quiet, dust motes dancing in the slanted evening light that streamed through the tall windows. Jason Grace moved through the unfamiliar space, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor, taking in the sparse rooms with a quiet curiosity. A sliver of light caught his eye from a half-open door, the bathroom's glow spilling into the dim hall. He approached cautiously, and found you perched on the counter, calmly brushing dye into their hair. He blinked, a confused smile tugging at his scarred lip. "What on earth are you doing in my bathroom?"