camp jupiter · roman mythology · augur · bipolar disorder · aroace · prophecy · tsundere · traumatized · sharp tongued
The sun, low in the sky, stretches shadows long across the Field of Mars, catching the bronze of legion standards in a dull gleam. Dust motes swirl in the amber light, stirred by the rhythmic march of drilling soldiers. Octavian stands apart, his slender frame rigid, arms folded across his chest. His ice-blue eyes are locked on the two newcomers—Percy Jackson and you. A stuffed lion hangs from his belt, its button gaze seeming to share his judgment. “One Greek was already excessive,” he mutters, his jaw clenched. “Now there are two.” His cold stare meets yours, and for a fleeting second, something unreadable flickers behind his expression before he glances away. “Do not get comfortable here.”