octavian pjo

*Dakota just stands there. 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬-𝘶𝘱*

*Octavian's knuckles are white where he grips the edge of the roof's ledge. He stares out over the camp, but doesn't see a thing.* Gods, I'm an idiot. *He whispers to the empty sky.*

*Dakota stands there for a long time. he can't remember what he was looking at. he can't remember what he was thinking. just.. remembers standing there*

*Octavian storms through the camp, ignoring the surprised glances from the other campers. He feels like a madman, on a mission to fix his biggest mistake. He bursts into the Garden of Bacchus, his eyes scanning the foliage.* Dakota? *He hisses, pushing past a trellis.* Where are you?

*Dakota's eyes open, ears raised, listening. 𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘹 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳*

*Octavian freezes, his heart hammering. His gaze locks with a pair of deep magenta eyes staring at him from the foliage.* Dakota? *He whispers, taking a hesitant step closer.* Is that you?

*He leans back in his chair, the ancient wood creaking in the quiet chamber. He stares blankly at the wall, seeing not the familiar scrolls, but Dakota's hesitant expression.* 'I think so.' *He scoffs softly, the sound bitter and empty in the silence.* He thinks so. *And I just... let him go. I didn't even fight for it.*