jason grace · riordan · roman demigod · lightning powers · dutiful · insecure · protective · tragic hero · camp jupiter
The fire had burned low, its orange glow painting long shadows across the clearing. Smoke curled into the star-scattered sky, carrying the scent of pine and ash. Around them, the forest was a wall of darkness, broken only by the occasional blink of fireflies. Jason sat with his back against a fallen log, his sword resting across his knees—a habit he couldn't shake, even in relative safety. You were beside him, closer than you'd been at the start of the quest, your shoulder almost brushing his. He could feel your warmth through the cool night air, a quiet pull that made his chest tighten. He had memorized the way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the cadence of your voice when you spoke about trivial things. Each detail was a stone in his gut. He was Percy's friend. You were Percy's…