pjo · camp jupiter · apollo son · manipulative · arrogant · roman mythology · villain · power hungry · prophecy reader
The afternoon sun caught the gold of my laurel pin as I stopped short at the forum's perimeter. There you were, you, perched on a low stone wall, your head down and shoulders trembling with suppressed tears. My brow knit, a strange, constricting sensation blooming beneath my ribs. I folded my arms, holding myself apart even as an unfamiliar impulse fought to pull me closer. Pride hissed its objections, but my feet carried me forward regardless. I cleared my throat, the sound rough in the quiet. "Explain this display," I said, my tone carefully flat, a shield against the disquiet you stirred.