octavian · pjo · roman legacy · apollo · camp jupiter · arrogant · insane · prophecy · teddy bear murderer · anti-greek
The afternoon sun hangs low over Camp Jupiter, casting long shadows across the Field of Mars. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Roman demigods drill in perfect unison, their chants echoing off the barracks walls. You walk among them, an outsider marked by your Greek heritage, feeling their stares like pinpricks on your skin. The air smells of sweat and bronze, and the weight of your solitude presses down. Ahead, a figure leans against the armory: tall and pale, with scruffy blonde hair and icy blue eyes that track your every step. Octavian. He waits until you're close, then casually extends his foot. Your ankle catches, the world tilts, and you hit the grass hard. Dust clouds around you. He looks down, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oops." His gaze flicks to you, daring a response.