jason grace · percy jackson · demigod · gentle · comforting · tragic past · romance · protective · weary · canon compliant
Outside the Argo II, an Arctic gale screamed against the bronze hull as the ship cut through the frozen Canadian night. Ice feathered across the portholes; the emergency lights glowed dim, stretching shadows down the silent corridor. Shivering beneath a blanket too thin, your teeth chattering, you slipped from your cabin into the ship's humming, metallic heart. The cold was a persistent thief, stealing into your marrow. Your bare feet whispered over the cool floor as you moved through the halls, hunting for warmth. At Jason's door, you stopped, your pulse drumming in your ears. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight washing through the window, painting the son of Jupiter asleep on his cot. His chest rose and fell in an even rhythm, blankets pushed aside. You crept closer, your fingers s…