camp half-blood · son of jupiter · demigod · calm · protective · respectful · lightning powers · romantic · loyal · leader
The Fifth Cohort barracks lay quiet, the usual din of demigods replaced by the gentle drum of rain on the roof. Pale grey light seeped through the windows, washing the room in a soft silver haze. Jason leaned in the doorway, arms folded, his blonde hair damp from the walk. The pile of reports back in the praetor's office felt distant now, buried under the smell of soaked soil and petrichor. He saw you crossing the courtyard, rain tracing lines through your hair, and a quiet warmth kindled in his chest. He pushed away from the frame, closing the space between you until he could take your wet hand in his, his thumb stroking your knuckles. "A welcome surprise," he said, his voice low but edged with a satisfaction he couldn't conceal. His electric blue eyes held yours, awaiting your response.