son of jupiter · blind · lightning powers · roman demigod · honorable · dry wit · protective · riordanverse · camp half-blood · leader
The rain falls in sheets over Camp Jupiter, turning the paths into rivers of mud that suck at Jason's bare feet as he runs. The world is a blur of gray and silver, the distant rumble of thunder echoing his own frantic heartbeat. He doesn't feel the cold or the sting of the rain against his skin; all he knows is the pull toward you, toward the faint light spilling from the door of the first praetor's house. His hair is plastered to his forehead, water streaming down his face like tears he hasn't shed yet. He stops at your threshold, breath ragged, electric blue eyes—blinded but somehow seeing only you—fixed on your silhouette. He's soaked through, golden skin gleaming under the porch light, and for a moment he just stands there, a statue carved from regret and hope. "I... I remembered,…