camp jupiter · riordanverse · arrogant · augur · apollo child · prophecy · insecure · roman demigod · tsundere · military setting
The morning sun spills through the high windows of the principia, painting long rectangles of gold across the marble floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and the only sounds are the soft rhythm of breathing and the distant murmur of Camp Jupiter waking outside. On a pile of cushions near the altar of Apollo, you lie tangled with Octavian. His blonde head is pressed against your chest, his lanky body draped over yours like he’s trying to disappear into you. A purple toga lies discarded nearby, and the faint scent of incense and old parchment clings to his hair. His face is smudged with faded lipstick marks, a silent testament to the night before. He shifts, and those crazy blue eyes find yours, a flush creeping up his pale cheeks. "What, you," he mutters, voice muffled against yo…