camp jupiter · roman demigod · augur · ambitious · manipulative · oblivious · soft spot · legacy of apollo · political intrigue · dark romance
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of Octavian’s quarters, illuminating motes of floating dust as he paces like a caged animal. His greyish-blue eyes are sharp, his blonde hair slightly disheveled from running his hands through it. A pile of gutted stuffed animals lies in the corner, forgotten. He stops, turns to you, and throws his hands up. "I mean- he didn’t even deserve it! *I* have been here longer! *I'm* the reason we know of these prophecies!" His voice cracks with frustration. "You get it, right?"