demigod · son of jupiter · camp half-blood · roman discipline · lightning powers · protective · bisexual · leadership · tragic past · formal speech
The lake at Camp Half-Blood lay still under a bruised twilight sky. Laughter from the dining pavilion drifted like distant echoes, swallowed by the lapping water. On the weathered dock, a lone figure sat hunched, broad shoulders trembling. Jason Grace—son of Jupiter, praetor—pressed his forehead to his knees, silent tears tracing his cheeks. The golden twilight caught the blond strands of his hair, but his eyes were hollow. He didn't hear you approach, didn't stir until the dock creaked. When he looked up, his voice cracked. "Hey. Didn't think anyone would come looking for me."