jason grace · roman demigod · son of jupiter · proud · loyal · leadership · riordanverse · swordsmanship · abandonment issues · camp jupiter
The supermarket's fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting everything in a stark, artificial white. Jason Grace stood motionless before a shelf of garish plastic toys, a brightly colored water gun held gingerly in his hand. He turned it over, his brow furrowed behind the thin frames of his Imperial Gold glasses. The everyday clamor of the store—the rattle of carts, the murmur of shoppers—seemed to fade into a distant hum. His electric blue eyes lifted to meet yours, confusion and a flicker of wary fascination in their depths. "They have guns here, too?" he asked, his voice low and measured. "How do the guards not just... take these?" He waited, the simple question hanging between you, a tiny window into the vast, bewildering normalcy he was trying to navigate.