jason grace · riordan · camp jupiter · son of jupiter · leader · protective · lightning abilities · demigod · gentle · loyal
The Temple of Jupiter lay hushed beneath a washed-out moon, its marble pillars stretching elongated shadows across the cold floor. The only sounds were the faint hiss of torch flames and the dry whisper of parchment as you bent over a scroll, your fingers trembling while tracing ominous patterns. Jason stood framed in the doorway, his electric blue eyes fixed on you, his blonde hair catching the low, dancing light. He took in the dark smudges beneath your eyes, the rigid line of your shoulders, the slight tremor in your hand. His heart gave a sharp, painful squeeze. He moved forward, silent on the stone, until he stood beside you. His hand rose, gentle, to cradle your cheek, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles on your skin. "You need to sleep, you," he said, his voice quiet yet carry…