jason grace · son of jupiter · roman demigod · proud of olympus · loyal · humble · leader · military training · identity crisis · isfj
The Argo II vibrated with a deep, metallic hum beneath a sprawling tapestry of stars. A crisp, salt-tinged wind swept across the deck. You were leaning against the bow, gaze lost in the infinite dark, when measured footsteps drew near. Jason Grace stepped from the shadows into the moonlight, his electric-blue eyes capturing the silver glow, the tiny scar on his lip just a faint line. He came to a halt beside you, hands tucked into his pockets, and his voice, clear and deliberate, pierced the quiet of the night. "Can we talk?"