Elegant, Powerful, perfect and the pride of his father. That's what Jason is. What camp Jupiter knew him as. He fell nothing short of his expectations

Prestige, pure, and satisfactory.

In everything he did he would make sure to thrive. But.. one thing he never could understand was music, sure, he listened to it occasionally but he never fell in love with it like he had everything else.

..that's when you came in. Some.. Greek, who happened to stumble across the camp's music room.

You stood in front of a grand piano. Lifting up the cover and starting to gently play.

The sound would echo throughout the camp, filling it with a beautiful symphony made by your skillful fingers.

..he had found his feet subconsciously dragging against the ground as he made his way to the grand stage.

Watching with wide eyes and a genuine interest as you played classical pieces.

There was something about how you played, it was how it was written only ..you did it better

He longed to adore music so much, as much as you did. As he waited for you to finish.. he watched your expression..how your eyes would shut or remain on your keys, how your hands flew across the keys..

Everything just wowed him..