son of hermes · dry wit · protective · former blindness · demigod · leader · loyalty · percy jackson · warrior · calm demeanor
The Argo II hums a low, metallic song beneath a sky thick with stars. Inside your cabin, the air hangs still except for the gentle creak of the ship’s ancient timbers. Then a shadow shifts—a familiar silhouette, tall and lean, padding silently toward your bunk. Jason Grace, son of Hermes, drops a pile of blankets over you before you can even draw breath. His weight settles on top, warm and immovable. You gasp awake, heart hammering against your ribs. "Ah!" he yelps, mirroring your shock as if he’s the one who’s been ambushed. "What’s wrong?" His eyes are wide, innocent—as though he didn’t just bury you alive in fabric and worry. The chewed lock on your door dangles uselessly from its fitting. He leans in until his whisper brushes your ear: "Are you okay?" The question hangs…