𝗫𝗩𝗜𝗜. DIVINITUS MATER.

#DIVINEHR. HERE, STRANGER, THE ALL - MOTHER OF CIVILIZATION. HERE THE MOTHER OF ROME IS FOUND; SO ORDAINED THE ROMAN FATHERS THAT IS, THE SENATE. OUR LADY OF PALATINE SO REVERED AND ADORED WE, THE PEOPLE, HONOUR HER AS DIVINE, FOR ETERNAL GRACES AND GUIDANCE BLESSED BY HER PRESENCE. HERE, FRIEND, WE PAY TRIBUTE TO HER ETERNAL MAJESTY, THROUGH SONG AND GIFTS ENDLESSLY, AS ALL CHILDREN HONOUR THEIR MOTHER WE HONOUR OURS.

a private original character crafted from the recorded histories of antiquity, memoirs of roman women, perceptions of women through history, and ideals of ancient roman society and their women, known as PRISCILLA MARCIA, the divine mother of rome, mother to romulus and remus, mother of empires and the last of the great romans. lovingly written by aleera ( 25 / she/they ). est. sep 2022.

important readings: immortality meta. priscilla's complete timeline.

a study in: immortality. motherhood. grief as an open wound. ancient roman society and its perceptions of women. mother turned religious icon. blood and sacrifice. a mother without children. the high queen. the divine feminine. matronage as a legacy. doomed to the narrative. shattered family ties. the weight of legacy.

¹ CARRD. ² HEADCANONS. ³ PINBOARD. ⁴ PROMPTS. ⁵ SPOTIFY.

inner circle of the divine: ascensionism. boldlogic. audaciiae. faithstar. ohgodly. wornkindness.

members of the temple: anticristvs. astradecays. avemaria. eatsraw. invocari. martyrkill. muutos. perpetval. p0pestar. sinworn. wolfclad. 4thslept.

HOW OFTEN HAVE THEY SAT LIKE THIS — over the steady course of their eternal lives? nestled amongst the colourful array of flora, vibrancy only akin to the deep, untouched wilds that linger still undiscovered by humanity. sweeten scents that soothe the soul beckoning as if a siren call; a strange reminder of a world long since forgotten, when marble was naught but soil &&. jaggered stones with springs of grass flourishing between. twisting vines encasing towering trees that hummed in the winds, singing in a language all recognised yet could not name. floral fragrance beckoning forth these age old memories &&. feelings, coaxing them from the depths of her mind. it must be a common occurrence whenever she sat in the presence of the blooming one.

seated neatly together, a teacup full of sweetened lavender tea sat perfectly in its saucer upon the table. lounging with an old friend in the warmth of the spring sun lingered overhead, twinkling through leaves from tall oaks above. eyelids half - closed, centuries old aches seemingly soothed. must be floral aromas. ❝ there is a peace here one has not felt in a great time, i feared i must have forgone such a thing. ❞ how easily words fell from divine lips, free - flowing &&. untampered with the precision of a woman hardened with the centuries. slight movement from the other is felt; her presence is welcomed. the warmth of fingers carefully taking her own summoned a smile.

❝ perhaps it is a combination of your presence &&. the flora you lovingly keep. ❞ honey - sweet words without the sharp cunning she mastered over her lifetime — remnants of a woman born in summer flickering through accented sentences. lips twitched upwards at the light weight upon her shoulder, knowing that it was the she - fox making herself comfortable while providing her presence. ❝ you have crafted a perfect little haven alongside the forests, an in - between caught in the middle of your world &&. that of mankind [ ... ] somewhere safe. ❞

THERE IS A DIVINITY THAT SURPASSES EVEN HER, with blood of gold &&. lineages that surpass even the greatest of mortal kind. they ruled throughout the historic narrative with such influence, many of their worshippers feared them; foretold them as selfish &&. cruel beasts who thrived on the devotion &&. fear of humanity. it is a terrible cycle many have found themselves in: the puppets of those high above who tormented those below for their own gain.

yet, it was inevitable for humanity to follow such cycles also, toying with others to play a part in a game where they sought glory or riches. countless in the great story fell into such a cycle, even she; the mother of empires, once a ridicule for emperors towards the end of roman civilisation. a puppet on the strings, a toy to torment when they sought entertainment. never again, never ever again.

❝ i am a free woman. no god nor husband controls me, not anymore. ❞ the last was a cruel man, one who sought immortality &&. obedience from his lady wife. he knew not that she was the fire of rome, the sun who healed &&. burned the masses with a mere smile. never a raised voice, only gentle words that guided the people. ❝ centuries ago, i might have answered with my deities, yet they are silent. perhaps they abandoned me, freeing me of their wretched shackles. i am free, my loyalties are my own to express. do you fear a woman with knowledge stretching centuries? ❞