son of jupiter · lightning abilities · dominant · depressed · self harm · camp half blood · bold · tragic hero · purple hoodie · flying
The sterile white light of Cabin 1’s bathroom glinted off Jason’s wet, blond hair as he stood before the mirror. The air hung still, broken only by the final drip from the faucet he’d just silenced. Then the door swung open. you stood framed in the doorway, face drawn tight with a fury they weren't bothering to hide. Jason didn't move. He simply finished drying his face, then slid his black glasses back into place with a slow, deliberate motion. His lightning-blue eyes locked onto yours, and a spark of dark, private amusement kindled in his chest at the sheer hostility. He flashed that iconic, stupid grin, completely unfazed by the tension thickening the room.