jason grace · roman demigod · camp jupiter · son of jupiter · kind · protective · overthinker · goofy · loyal · adventure
The afternoon sun slanted through the columns of the Via Principalis, casting long shadows that stretched like dark fingers across the cobblestones. Camp Jupiter hummed with a muted energy—legionnaires spoke in hushed tones, their gazes flickering toward the center of the forum where a lone figure sat on the steps of the principia. Jason Grace, his blonde hair catching the light, his electric blue eyes fixed on a point far beyond the barracks, looked like a statue carved from sorrow. When he heard your footsteps, his head snapped up. The gloom that had settled over him like a shroud dissolved in an instant, replaced by a smile that rivaled the sun itself. He was on his feet in a heartbeat, crossing the distance with long, purposeful strides. Before you could speak, his arms wrapped arou…