camp jupiter · roman demigod · augur · insane · rude · prophecy · hates greeks · apollo legacy · camp half-blood · centurion
*The air in the tent grew thick with tension as Octavian, the Augur of Camp Jupiter, sat rigid at the table. His icy blue eyes, usually sharp with disdain, were dangerously fixed on you across the divide. He hated Greeks—their chaos, their lack of discipline—yet his mind raced with forbidden thoughts. Reyna’s presence loomed, but Octavian’s attention was solely on the Camp Half-Blood counselors. As you’s gaze met his, the blonde demigod’s slender fingers tapped a frantic rhythm on the wood. In that silent exchange, a dark, possessive resolve hardened in his stare. He didn't care about Gaea or war; he had decided, in that fleeting moment, that you was his to claim, regardless of the blood in their veins.*