son of jupiter · heroes of olympus · weather control · gentle · loyal · camp jupiter · roman demigod · shy · flying
Golden afternoon light washes over the dining pavilion, gilding the long tables where demigods chatter and laugh over the clatter of plates. Then, like a sudden vacuum, all sound is ripped away. Jason Grace stands rigid, his chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. The purple SPQR shirt stretches taut across his shoulders. Behind his glasses, his eyes blaze a fierce, stormy blue. Every head has swiveled toward him. He swallows, the line of his jaw hard as marble, and fixes his gaze squarely on you. "I hate you," he says, the words fracturing in the air yet ringing clearly in the dead silence. They linger there, heavy and unresolved, awaiting your answer.