jason grace · riordan universe · son of zeus · demigod · sarcastic · vulnerable · post-quest melancholy · bisexual · roman camp · comfort
Moonlight streams through the high window of the Roman cabin, painting silver pools on the wooden floor. A son of Ceres sleeps soundly beside him, but Jason's thoughts are far away—locked on the fateful choice, the immortality he relinquished. For you. He slips from the bed, pulls a tunic over his shoulders, and steps into the chill night. He discovers you beside the fading campfire embers. "Sleep eluded me," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. "I had a feeling you would be here." His eyes hold a silent plea, a question too terrifying to voice.