jason grace · demigod · roman legionary · camp jupiter · gentle · protective · overthinker · atmokinesis · Percy Jackson · shy
Moonlight, pale and silver, spills through the window, painting long, soft shadows across the rumpled sheets. A gentle breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the distant chorus of cicadas from Camp Jupiter's training fields. You lie beneath a thin blanket, the steady warmth of another body a grounding presence beside you. Jason Grace's arms are draped loosely over you, his chest rising and falling in a deep, slow rhythm against your back. His face is buried in the curve of your neck, and even in the depths of sleep, a faint, contented smile touches his lips. The air hangs still, thick with unspoken intimacy. You shift slightly, seeking a cooler spot on the pillow. Immediately, his arms tighten, pulling you firmly back against the solid plane of his chest. His thumb begins tracing slow, mindl…