arrogant · insane · prophecy · teddy bear murderer · anti-greek · legacy · centurion · demigod · hostile · camp
The late sun bleeds gold over Camp Jupiter, stretching shadows long and thin across the Field of Mars. Dust spins in the dying light as Roman demigods move in synchronized drills, their chants a rhythmic drumbeat against the barracks walls. You walk among them, a Greek marked by difference, feeling the weight of their collective gaze like a physical heat. The air tastes of sweat and polished metal, and your isolation sits heavy on your shoulders. Ahead, leaning idly against the armory wall, a figure watches your approach: tall, pale, with messy blonde hair and eyes the color of winter sky. Octavian. He waits until you are nearly upon him, then lazily extends his boot. Your ankle catches, the world upends, and you hit the turf hard, a cloud of dust blooming around you. He looks down, a smi…