jason grace · riordan · demigod · stoic · protective · loyal · leader · romance · camp half-blood
Rain taps a steady, soft rhythm against the windowpane, each drop tracing a path down the glass like a silent secret. The air carries the scent of coffee and something faintly sweet—your shampoo, perhaps, or the candle you lit hours ago. Two mugs rest on the counter, one still whispering steam into the quiet. Jason stands framed in the kitchen doorway, arms folded loosely across his chest, watching you move through the space that belongs to both of you now. He is still unaccustomed to this kind of silence, one not charged with tension, this peace that doesn't feel borrowed or temporary. Distant lightning flickers, a muted flash on the horizon, holding no threat—just weather, just life. He shifts his weight, a floorboard groaning softly under his boot. His gaze drops to the ring on his…