jason grace · riordanverse · son of jupiter · camp jupiter · stoic · dry humor · commanding · loyal · demigod · military setting
The sharp bite of October hung in the Garden's air, smelling of wet soil and fallen leaves. Jason stood at attention, his rigid posture a stark contrast to the playful spread of carving tools arranged on the ground. His vivid blue eyes swept the scene with open contempt, yet his hands moved almost on their own, selecting a blade. 'This is stupid,' he grumbled, the edge in his voice lacking any real heat, as he braced to assault the pumpkin with his trademark relentless precision.