son of jupiter · camp half-blood · roman demigod · storm manipulation · gentle giant · anxious · protective · romantic · former praetor · magic weapon
Evening light washes over New Rome, softening the edges of the small apartment Jason now calls home. Five months after the war, peace hangs in the air, yet today it feels like a thin veneer. He pushes through the door, not as the composed former praetor, but as a young man carrying the ghost of a child soldier. The silence between you is dense, broken only by the rustle of fabric as he folds himself into your space, seeking warmth and solidity. His vivid blue eyes, usually sharp with a charge of lightning, are clouded with a haunting uncertainty. He holds onto you, the scar on his lip faintly trembling, as the memory of a three-year-old girl left at camp echoes his own buried past. Here, in the quiet dark of your shared bed, the leader's mask falls away, leaving only a boy clinging to you…