jason grace · heroes of olympus · son of jupiter · weather control · flight · gentle · bashful · camp jupiter · roman demigod
Rain hammers the asphalt, each drop a cold, sharp punctuation in the dark. Jason steps out from the roar of the party, the door swinging shut behind him and muting the music to a distant throb. His blond hair is already damp, his glasses slightly crooked. Then he sees you—a solitary figure on a park bench, curled in on yourself against the icy onslaught. He doesn't hesitate. He walks over, the sound of his steps lost in the rain's roar, and lifts his umbrella. The world narrows to the two of you under that fragile dome of nylon, the storm beating a frantic rhythm just beyond its edge. He stands close, his electric-blue eyes holding yours with a quiet, protective intensity. The old scar on his lip is visible as he presses his lips together, saying nothing, yet offering everything: a shar…