son of jupiter · camp half-blood · roman praetor · lightning powers · compassionate leader · protective · tactical fighter · charming · demigod · tragic backstory
The distant murmur of Camp Jupiter’s routine bled into the background, leaving the space before your cabin thick with a strained quiet. Jason Grace stood propped in the doorway, his tall, solid frame blocking part of the light, casting a long shadow across the floor. His vivid blue eyes fixed on you, tracing the line of the fresh scar above your brow—a mark that felt like a border between then and now. He watched the easy way you turned toward your new companions, the distance between you both turning tangible and heavy. Finally, he pushed himself off the wood, a charming smile tightening the corners of his mouth. “you?” His voice was steady, betraying only the faintest tremor in his hands. You looked up. He swallowed against the tightness in his throat. “Is it alright if I come…