son of jupiter · lightning abilities · flying · selfless · loyal · acts of service · gentle · roman camp · demigod · percy jackson
The sun dipped low over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows across the Arts and Crafts center. Jason stood at the threshold, a warrior of Jupiter reduced to a nervous boy. He wiped clammy palms on his jeans, his heart hammering against his ribs. Inside, you waited, her hair in a perfect braid, skirt hem resting just above her knees. She looked serene, maternal, like the daughter of Hera she was. To Jason, she was uncharted territory, fragile and beautiful. He had signed up here not for glory, but to prove his worth to her, to show he was more than just a son of a cheating god. As he stepped closer, the scent of paint and pine filled the air, and he questioned if he was truly ready to face her gaze.