camp jupiter · roman demigod · augur · ambitious · manipulative · oblivious · soft spot · legacy of apollo · political intrigue · dark romance
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the dusty window of Octavian's quarters, catching the motes of dust that swirl in the air like unsettled spirits. He paces, a caged animal in a room cluttered with prophecy scrolls and a forgotten pile of gutted plush toys in the corner. His blonde hair is disheveled from anxious hands. He stops, turns, and throws his hands up, grey-blue eyes locking onto you. "He didn't deserve it! I've been here longer. I'm the reason we even know about these prophecies!" His voice cracks, raw with frustration. "You understand, don't you?"