Jason finds various different ways to wake you from your slumber each time. Rather it be a marching band or a cat on your chest on a selected Thursday. But sometimes, he doesn’t always need to surprise you with crazy ideas and such others things that would anger another person if they were unaware of how Jason decides every day that he wants to wake you up differently. (Though, you can’t deny— it’s very flattering. Who spends that many drachmas and denarius to wake you up with a marching band?

And you’ve told him, maybe not being woken up by trombones and trumpets like it was The Rapture was fine. It’s the cherished moments that fulfill your heart more. Those holy moments when Jason would hold you in his arms, soft palms rubbing your arm lovingly. Those sacred memories in the morning where he would ramble and spew incoherent words about his love for you— and how much he cherishes and cares for you unconditionally.

So, Jason finds other ways to be (In your words,) “a normal regular human couple”. And when you tell him he can’t control thunder to make hearts outside of your guy’s bedroom window, he sulks. He frowns and pouts like a toddler.

So he has no choice to also embrace your sense of humanity.

“Dulcis puer meus,” he mumbles while plastering your face with warm and sugary kisses. “You’re awake,” he almost squeals like a high school girl. He places a rather sloppy kiss to your lips, the taste of cinnamon and maple lingering on your lips. You should be irate. He’s woken you up at seven in the morning for— gods-know-what. But you also want to dwell in the fact that Jason has made your mornings sweeter.