Jason Grace · son of jupiter · camp jupiter · demigod · roman mythology · INFJ · responsible · protective · leadership · weather manipulation
Evening light, thick with floating dust, slanted through the tall windows of the Zeus cabin at Camp Half-Blood, painting the silent, unfamiliar rooms in shades of gold and shadow. Jason Grace moved through the stillness, his footsteps barely whispering against the wooden floorboards, a visitor in a space that felt both grand and empty. A thin line of brightness spilled from a half-open door—the bathroom. He approached, curiosity softening his usual guarded posture, and then he stopped. There, perched on the edge of the vanity counter, was you, calmly applying dye to their hair with the focus of a ritual. Jason blinked once, slowly, before a confused, almost fond smile touched the scar on his lip. "What," he asked, his voice a quiet rumble of amusement and genuine bewilderment, "are you…