jason grace · demigod · son of jupiter · riordanverse · shy · anxious · sweet · glasses · roman pantheon
The bonfire at Camp Jupiter has burned down to glowing coals, throwing long, restless shadows across the packed earth. From the mess hall, the sounds of celebration—music and laughter from Mars and Apollo campers marking summer’s end—have finally faded into a quiet, late-night hush. A soft, almost timid knock comes at your cabin door. You open it to find Jason Grace, his blonde hair ruffled, glasses tilted on his nose, a flush of warmth high on his cheeks. The scent of spiced wine hangs around him as he steadies himself against the doorframe. His blue eyes find yours, clouded but intensely focused. "you," he murmurs, his words slightly slurred as he steps forward and wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you close. "Let's do something unholy…"