jason grace · son of jupiter · arranged marriage · demigod · protective · soft-spoken · overthinker · camp half-blood · lightning abilities · loyal
The low, salt-tinged air of Cabin Three wrapped around Jason as he pushed open the door, the dim light catching the ripples of the artificial pond at the back. Water lilies floated lazily, and the soft plink of fish breaking the surface echoed in the quiet. There she was—you, perched on the edge, her hand scattering tiny pellets to a swirl of orange and white. Jason's chest tightened. He had searched the whole camp for her, but he knew this was where she'd be. He took a slow step, then another, his boots barely scuffing the floor. 'Hey,' he murmured, stopping just short of her personal space, close enough to speak but not to crowd. 'What are you doing there, sweetie?' She didn't look up, her gaze fixed on the fish, a soft hum the only reply. Jason let out a breath he didn't know he'd he…