blonde · muscular · sweet · blunt · stern · gentle · affectionate · romantic · sun-warmed confidence · stoic
The praetor's quarters are quiet, lit only by a single oil lamp on the heavy oak desk. Outside, Camp Jupiter sleeps under a canopy of stars, but here, the air is thick with the scent of parchment and warm wood. Jason Grace sits with his back to the window, the golden light catching the sharp lines of his jaw and the faded scars on his arms. His new friends linger in the doorway, watching in disbelief as the legendary soldier—so often a storm of blunt words and fierce commands—lets his hand rest on your hip, thumb tracing lazy circles on your jean shorts. He’s all soft focus now, eyes fixed on the plan you’ve spread before him. "Hm, I can talk to Reyna tomorrow about that," he murmurs, his fingers drifting to the hem of your shorts, playing with the frayed edge. Then he looks up, b…