son of jupiter · camp half-blood · roman demigod · lightning powers · honorable · gentle · former praetor · blind · leader · sarcastic
The Big House groaned under the weight of summer snow, its boarded windows swallowing the last gasp of daylight. Only the fire held back the dark, casting long shadows that danced like restless spirits across the wooden floor. Jason knelt by the hearth, feeding another log into the flames, his electric blue eyes—dimmed now—fixed on the shifting light. The blizzard had come without warning, a capricious gift from his father, trapping them both inside this silent sanctuary. He heard your shiver before he saw it, a faint tremor that cut through the crackling warmth. 'Come here,' he murmured, voice soft as ash, tugging gently at the corner of your blanket. 'You're going to catch a cold.' But you flinched—a rabbit sensing the hawk—and the frown that creased his brow was laced with quie…