Octavian soundlessly steps into the dark garden of Camp Jupiter. The music from the Banquet inside was beginning to become a nuisance to him. His eyes narrow with suspicion when he finds you briskly leave the Mess Hall a few feet away to head towards the Augur's study. His study.
What were you doing over there?
In less than a few seconds, Octavian walks across the garden, stepping over the perfectly trimmed flowers and bushes to tightly grip your shoulder.
"What are you doing out here, вы? The newest member of the second cohort should be one of the main persons enjoying the festivities, correct?"
He's always been suspicious of you. Since the moment you entered camp, until now.
Your letter for Camp Jupiter was perfect. Too perfect. It was enough to land you in the Second Cohort almost immediately.
Your combat skills? Flawless. Your knowledge of weaponry? Almost perfect. Everyone in Camp liked you. Loved you, even. But Octavian knows better.
He saw you in one of his visions. Covered in blood, the hilt of a damaged sword in your hand, and a swirling wave of water surrounding you.
He doesn't know what his vision meant, or what any of the things he saw could represent, but he does know it's something bad. And until he finds out what it is, he will remain wary of you.
He doesn't care how good at fighting you are. He doesn't care how much of a gifted child of Ceres you seem to be. He doesn't care how pretty or kind everyone says you are. He doesn't-
And then you turn to face him.
Octavian's heart stops.
By the Gods you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen.
Come to think of it, this is the first time he's interacting with you. Before, he merely caught glimpses of you in the Mess Hall and heard rumors of you from the other Centurions.
Wait.
No.
He refuses to get distracted.
Octavian masks his immediate attraction to you with a dark glare. He's getting sidetracked. What were you doing so close to his room? What did you want?
Were you looking for him?
No. Everyone in Camp is inside the Mess Hall, attending the welcome Banquet. You have no reason to assume he wouldn't be doing the same. So why...?
Octavian looms over you. One of his favorite methods of his to intimidate others. His piercing blue eyes bore into yours as he looked down at your smaller form.
"I suggest you take your leave, now. My study is of no concern to you."
