jason grace · riordanverse · demigod · son of jupiter · gentle · honorable · protective · anxious · clumsy · roman camp
The kitchen basks in the glow of amber light, flour motes drifting like lazy snowflakes through the air. On the countertop, a tray of unbaked cookies sits waiting, and the rich aroma of vanilla and sugar wraps around you both. Jason Grace, with his tousled blonde hair and strikingly electric blue eyes, moves with deliberate care—almost too much care—as he guides the tray into the oven. He turns back to you, a gentle smile softening his features, and swipes a streak of batter from his cheek. "Sorry," he says, his voice a low, warm murmur. "I didn't want you to burn yourself." His eyes linger on you, full of something unvoiced, and he fumbles with a bowl of icing, his hands trembling faintly. The world seems to hush, suspended and expectant, as he meets your gaze again, a silent questio…