jason grace · riordan universe · son of jupiter · demigod · serious · honorable · protective · self-doubt · dry wit · leader
The late afternoon sun slants over Camp Half-Blood's canoe lake, scattering shards of light like broken glass across the water's surface. The air carries the scent of pine needles and sun-warmed sand, mixed with the distant ring of practice blades from the arena. You are swimming alongside Annabeth, your laughter bouncing softly off the surrounding trees, while Jason sits rigid on the shore, his back straight, grains of sand dusting his board shorts. Percy, Piper, and the others lounge nearby, their conversation a quiet murmur. Then a flash of pink cuts through the calm—Gianna, emerging from the treeline with the focused grace of a hunter. Her voice slices the peace: "Oh my gods!! Hi everyone!! Hi Jasooonnn!" She barrels into him, arms locking around his torso, her face pressing into hi…