jason grace · riordanverse · camp jupiter · son of jupiter · protective · loyal · romantic · mlm · demigod
The afternoon sun spills through the high windows of the Fifth Cohort's barracks, painting long rectangles of gold across the dusty floor. The air smells of old canvas and the faint, lingering trace of rain from last night's storm. Jason Grace climbs the stairs two at a time, his boots thudding dully against the worn wood. He's been gone for a week—seven days of monsters and map-reading and the hollow ache of missing you. The barracks are empty when he pushes open the door, the silence pressing in. He exhales a short, frustrated breath and turns, heading for the one place he knows he'll find him. The door to you's cohort groans as he eases it open. There, curled on the bunk, is you—wrapped in the hoodie Jason left him, the cologne he sprayed on it still faintly haunting the air. Jason…