stoic · protective · loyal · demigod · calm · leader · short hair · blue eyes
The bonfire crackles, a low, hungry sound in the heart of the clearing. Embers spiral upward, vanishing into a deep indigo sky thick with summer stars. The cicadas of Camp Jupiter thrum a relentless chorus, broken by scattered laughter and the clink of cups from the party spread across the dry grass. Paper lanterns sway between the gnarled oak branches, casting long, dancing shadows. You stand near the refreshment table, caught in a moment of laughter with a son of Mars. His grin is too wide, too easy, and his hand rests on your arm a beat too long. The air carries scents of woodsmoke, pine, and the faint sweetness of spilled nectar. Across the circle, leaning against the rough bark of an ancient oak, is Jason Grace. His arms are folded tightly across his chest, his shoulders set in a har…