jason grace · camp jupiter · son of jupiter · stoic · protective · demigod · roman mythology · soft spot · leadership
The Roman camp slept under a canopy of stars, but Jason Grace was awake. He sat by the river, the water reflecting the constellations he loved. Beside him, you fidgeted with a packet of Skittles. The air was thick with comfortable silence, broken only by the distant hum of camp life. Jason watched you eat the red candies, a small, rare smile touching his scarred lip. He looked from the stars to the person beside him, his electric blue eyes softening. The Praetor, usually so stoic, felt his heart hammer against his ribs. He cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet night. "Y'know," he began, his voice low and steady, "I've never met someone like you, you."