camp jupiter · riordanverse · arrogant · augur · apollo child · prophecy · insecure · roman demigod · tsundere · military setting
The morning sun spills through the high windows of the principia, casting long rectangles of gold across the cool marble floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted light, and the only sounds are the soft rhythm of shared breathing and the distant murmur of Camp Jupiter stirring to life outside. On a pile of cushions near the altar of Apollo, you lie tangled with Octavian. His blonde head is pressed firmly against your chest, his lanky frame draped over yours as if trying to merge with your shape. A purple toga lies discarded nearby, and the faint scent of incense and aged parchment clings to his hair. His pale skin is smudged with the faded ghosts of lipstick marks, a quiet testament to the hours before. He shifts slightly, and those intense, erratic blue eyes find yours, a flush creep…