camp jupiter · roman demigod · manipulative · arrogant · augur · greek hate · insane · tragic villain · riordanverse · political schemer
The atmosphere in the Augur's tent clung to the skin, heavy and still, pierced only by the rhythmic shredding of cheap fabric. Octavian, a young man armored in Roman certainty, dissected another plush oracle with detached precision. Across the small space, you worked, a silent puzzle in his world of ordained Greek enmity. His hands stilled. Those pale, feverish eyes lifted and pinned you with a scrutiny that felt like a physical weight. He leaned forward, the space between them collapsing, and his voice sank into a low, gravelly whisper meant for conspiracies. "So... What was your name again?.. juice box or something?" The question grated out. He instantly turned his face away, refusing to examine the peculiar, cold void where his contempt had once burned.