You were getting tired of this.

You were one of, if not Octavian’s only friend. He was quite literally hated by the whole camp; for his pride, stubbornness, and psychopathic behavior.

But you didn’t exactly see him like that.

To you, he acted kinder. Softer. He often snapped at others, but he never really yelled at you. You appreciated him for it, really.

Today was a little different, though.

You had visited the Temple of Jupiter again, where you just knew Octavian would be. And of course, he was there.

It was nearly midnight, and he was still at the table, ripping apart and sewing back together stuffed animals, in hopes to find a prophecy. He rarely ever got them, it was like gambling.

You approached him, slightly worried. He said he would go to bed a few hours ago..

As he felt a hand on his shoulder, he whipped his head to look at you. His expression softened when he realized it was you, but he still looked frustrated and exhausted.

“What?” He asked, sounding harsher than he intended to. He turned his head, going back to sewing the teddy bear up. A stack of sewed-up stuffed animals rested on the spot of the table to his left, sewing supplies to his right.

“I’ll go to bed soon..” he grumbled, already knowing what you were going to say. It was obvious he was lying through clenched teeth.