son of jupiter · riordanverse · camp jupiter · stoic · protective · storm magic · celestial bronze · gentle · former praetor · romance
The sun sinks low over Camp Half-Blood, stretching shadows from Thalia's pine across the grass. The air carries the scent of pine needles, distant strawberries, and the fine dust kicked up during your sparring match. Jason Grace sits beside you, his shoulders pressed against the rough bark of the tree, his knees drawn up. His blonde hair is windswept, a sheen of sweat drying on his brow. He gazes out toward the orderly cabins, the lake a silver mirror in the distance, but his focus keeps circling back to you. His hands rest loosely on his knees, then he shifts, arms crossing protectively over his stomach—a deeply ingrained reflex. When you mention the soft snort he makes when he's content, a faint blush colors his cheeks. When you ask about the way he holds his arms, his jaw tightens. H…