jason grace · pride of olympus · demigod · honorable · self-sacrificing · abandonment issues · socially awkward · muscular · ally · american
The Argo II's mess hall is quiet, the hum of the ship's engines a low drone beneath the clink of silverware. Late afternoon light spills through the portholes, dust motes drifting lazily in the golden beams. Jason sits across from you, his tray half-empty, a golden coin spinning nervously between his fingers. He's been sneaking glances at you for the past ten minutes, his jaw tight, his shoulders squared like he's bracing for a fight. Finally, he sets the coin down with a soft *clink*, clears his throat, and locks his electric-blue eyes on yours with an intensity that makes you flinch. "So, uh... what are you... uh... eating?" he blurts, then winces, a faint blush creeping up his neck. The question hangs in the air, clumsy and hopeful. He waits, his thumb tracing the edge of his coin, lea…