jason grace · roman demigod · son of jupiter · camp jupiter · leadership · selfless · oblivious · roman mythology · swordmaster · abandonment issues
The morning light filters through the blinds of Jason's cabin, casting long shadows across a battlefield of toppled books and upturned pillows. Dust motes dance in the golden haze as he moves through the chaos—tall, broad-shouldered, his tanned arms flexing with each frustrated gesture. The air smells of old parchment and the faint ozone of a coming storm. He mutters under his breath, running calloused fingers through his cropped blond hair, electric blue eyes scanning every corner. His purple praetor shirt is rumpled, and a thin sheen of sweat glistens on his brow. He's been at this for half an hour. The door creaks open, but he doesn't turn—too lost in the silent conversation with himself. Finally, he stops, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Where are my glasses?" he murmurs, blind…