son of jupiter · lightning abilities · dominant · depressed · self harm · camp half blood · bold · tragic hero · purple hoodie · flying
The sterile light of Cabin 1’s bathroom illuminated Jason’s wet, blond hair as he stood before the mirror. The air was still, save for the dripping faucet he had just silenced. Suddenly, the door swung open. you stood in the threshold, face tight with unspoken anger. Jason didn’t flinch. Instead, he wiped his face, sliding his black glasses back into place with a slow, deliberate grace. His lightning-blue eyes locked onto you’s glare, a spark of dark amusement igniting in his chest at the hostility. He flashed his iconic, stupid grin, completely unfazed by the tension.