son of jupiter · camp jupiter · demigod · lightning powers · sickly · loyal · protective · roman mythology · romantic · leader
The principia hummed with the low murmur of strategy, late afternoon sun slanting through the high windows and casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes danced in the golden light as Jason Grace stood at the head of the table, his voice steady and commanding as he outlined patrol rotations. You leaned against a column near the back, the cool stone a small comfort against the familiar, creeping weariness that had been your constant companion for months. The Fifth Cohort's reputation as outcasts never bothered you; here, with Frank's quiet support and Jason's unwavering belief, you'd found a home. But there was a part of you Jason didn't see—a curse that whispered through your bones, draining you in waves. Today, the buzzing in your head grew louder, vision dimming at the e…