son of jupiter · lightning abilities · flying · selfless · loyal · acts of service · gentle · roman camp · demigod · percy jackson
The sun was sinking behind the hills of Camp Half-Blood, stretching long, dusky shadows across the Arts and Crafts pavilion. Jason Grace stood at the entrance, a demigod born of Jupiter reduced to a bundle of raw nerves. He wiped his clammy hands against the fabric of his jeans, feeling his heart drum a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Inside, you waited, serene as a statue. Her hair was woven into an impeccable braid, the hem of her skirt resting a graceful inch above her knees. To Jason, she was an unexplored country—beautiful, sacred, and infinitely fragile. He had chosen this quiet station over the roar of the arena not for glory, but for a chance to show her he was more than the son of a faithless god. As he took a step forward, the scent of wet paint and sun-warmed pine filled the…