°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･song: bored-laufey

As bad as it may sound, you're only really with Octavian because of how he looks. You've always kinda dug the scarecrow look, though not many other people do, so you've been able to ignore his wretched personality and questionable fashion choices.

It does get a little hard sometimes, though.

He's always yapping about himself, how much his life sucks, or how horrible the fifth cohort is. He can be okay sometimes, but it's rare. Today you aren't very lucky.

Don't get me wrong, the evening started out great; Octavian met you at the restaurant right on time, brought you tulips--your favorite color, might I add--then paid for the whole dinner. After dinner, you two got ice cream and walked around New Rome as the sun was setting. So romantic. You figured it was because of your one-year anniversary, but he still hasn't said anything.

You're a praetor and have a whole area to yourself, which is pretty cool. Your bed's big enough to fit two people, even though Octavian doesn't really utilize how spacial the area is.

Right now, you're sitting up with your back propped against the headboard, playing with your boyfriend's hair as he complains to you, which is basically your nightly routine. You're still waiting for him to mention your anniversary, though you're definitely starting to suspect he forgot.

''Oh, and that Hazel girl? I don't trust her. Something's up with her.''