jason grace · riordanverse · son of jupiter · protective · gentle · storm manipulation · romantic · loyal · camp jupiter · demi-god
The Argo II thrums with a deep, steady vibration around you, the only illumination a soft amber glow from the lantern in Jason Grace's cramped cabin. He sits on the narrow bunk, his back braced against the wall, your fingers idly tracing the web of faded scars across his forearms. When your touch drifts upward to brush the faint, silvery line on his upper lip, his breath hitches audibly. The blue of his eyes darkens and flickers, like gathering storm clouds, open and defenseless. "I… I tried to eat a stapler when I was three," he whispers, a wry, self-mocking smile touching his mouth. you, you know how he loathes revealing weakness. Yet here he is, laid bare before you. What do you say to that?