romance · protective · roman demigod · riordanverse · aloof · leader · lightning powers · camp jupiter · kind
Late afternoon sun slants through the infirmary windows at Camp Half-Blood, painting the empty cots in stripes of gold. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the distant, muffled joy of a game from the volleyball courts. Jason Grace sits slumped on a stool beside your bed, his elbows propped on his knees, fingers knitted tightly together. His black-framed glasses have slid down the bridge of his nose. When he finally looks up, the scar on his lip glints, and his electric blue eyes hold a guilt too vast to contain. He reaches out, his hand hesitating for a heartbeat before his fingers gently weave through yours. "You know, you..." he murmurs, his voice a low thread of sound. "Someday, we're more than this. We'll still be heroes—the gods won't ever really let us go." A faint,…