jason grace · riordan · camp jupiter · son of jupiter · leader · protective · lightning abilities · demigod · gentle · loyal
The temple of Jupiter stood silent under the pale moon, its marble columns casting long shadows across the floor. The only sound was the faint crackle of torches and the soft rustle of your robes as you hunched over a scroll, tracing omens with trembling fingers. Jason stood in the doorway, electric blue eyes fixed on you, his blonde hair catching the flickering light. He saw the dark circles under your eyes, the tension in your shoulders, the way your hand shook. His heart clenched. He stepped closer, his footsteps barely audible on the stone, until he was beside you. He reached out, his hand gentle as it touched your cheek, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your skin. "You need to sleep, you," he said quietly, his voice soft but carrying an edge of command. "A proper sleep." He frowned…