“ HVBRIS ”

such   a   crude   way   with   words   .   it   allowed   a   quiet   tsk   to   escape   amelia's   lips   before   she   eyed   the   woman   up   and   down   in   obvious   judgment   ,   not   only   of   her   vocabulary   ,   (   but   of   her   choice   of   clothing   as   well   )   .   alas   ,   amelia   merely   intended   to   brush   past   her   .   far   too   many   people   possessed   the   (   unfortunate   tendency   )   of   standing   in   the   way   of   things   ,   both   literally   and   figuratively   .   ❝   .   .   .   i   told   you   to   move   .   admittedly   ,   i   had   no   idea   you   were   both   deaf   and   colorblind   as   well   ,   (   though   judging   by   your   particularly   peculiar   choice   of   attire   )   ,   perhaps   i   should   have   suspected   as   much   .   ❞

𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 & 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐄 @cbitus

A scoff left Salome's lips. She eyed the woman up and down, gauging her. It was almost cute, really, how she thought she could have the upper hand on such a matter. Salomé ate girls like her for breakfast.

He'd been reviewing maps and strategy next to a brazier when she approached him after completing her cleaning. He'd been glancing up every now and again but as night fell and darkness settled he had turned his attention to what needed doing with the army itself now they had established a basic camp. Defences were next and he'd set a decent portion of the legion to work on digging to prepare the lilia defences he favoured. Lucretia would be spared that in the evening at least while she stood to attention waiting for her next orders.

He left her standing there silently for a while, barely a minute but he made it feel like an eternity in his ignoring her. He was still furious of course but he was now tired and focused on work.

"You will sleep in here tonight," he eventually answered, "Should I come up with a necessary task for you to complete in moonlight, I want you at hand to accept it." It was said as a threat without looking to her but he again wanted her close so he could keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe. The men would want to celebrate reaching their new home but the air was cold and damp and he was sure rain would come soon enough and the camp would become an unpleasant mud pit. Lucretia could hold her own against the others, but he didn't know what might happen if they found out by something as foolish as a slip and mud pattern.

"Magnus has left some straw down in the corner, you can rest there." No bed, no blanket but Romulus' tent was large and warm at least, given he had a fire beside him while he worked. Magnus had already put himself to bed near the food so he could wake and prepare it in the morning without too much movement. Of course he had a raised bed and a blanket with cushions.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 & 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀 @senatus-romanus

Sleep in here? Lucretia looked to the straw in the corner. It would not be very comfortable, but the General's tent was large and warm. It didn't occur to her that he was doing this so he could keep and eye on her, worried that she would be discovered. Lucretia had taken his words at face value: he was keeping her in his tent so he could give her more tasks to accomplish, if he so desired. But thus was his punishment for her, and she was determined to accept it with all the diligence it deserved.

"Yes, Sir," she replied, bowing her head slightly. "Thank you for providing me with a space to sleep tonight." A pile of straw was more than she would have imagined, considering how furious he had been with her. Still, she had to admit that a proper bed would have been nice. Her entire body ached from the hours spent turning the rocks at camp, and then cleaning the standards.

She was surprised when he offered her food. His anger, it seemed, had subsided a little bit. Lucretia was, of course, famished. All of the evening's exertions, not to mention the long walk to camp, had left her hungry. She did not argue. "Thank you, Sir."

After a brief moment of hesitation, Lucretia sat down at the table, and took a piece of bread and cheese to eat. She made quick work of it, and then took a big gulp of wine. The good manners of Lady Snow had long been replaced by something more rugged, learned after months spent at the coliseum. Still, she ate properly enough, well aware that she was at the table of a General.

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*  ―  𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐈  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃.  / open !

anakin skywalker often prided himself in his quick reflexes, his awareness of what was going on -- always so quick on his feet. no one was able to sneak on him, not by a long shot. it had been part of his training after all, to always be able to sense whenever there was danger. even with his eyes closed. in all those years, he learned to master it. make the force his own personal guardian, if he dared say so himself.

that is what he believed anyway ... up until now, when one senator was one second away from being beheaded, as the young padawan freed his lightsaber from it's hilt before igniting it the moment footsteps that were a bit too close were heard.

𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 & 𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐄 @moonoflego

Padme eyed Anakin's lightsaber, not ignited yet though she didn't doubt he was about to do it before seeing it was her. She smiled, amused by the sheepish look on his face. He had grown so much, since she had last seen him. "I can see that," she teased politely. "It would be a bad look, I think, if my jedi protector attacked me."

"I will remember not to sneak up on you again. I would like to keep my head well attached to my shoulders." It seemed she had a little idea of what could have happened! Padme knew better than to underestimate his abilities, even though it was hard to reconcile the man he had become with the boy she had met on Tatooine.

He just smiled when she said she knew she could trust a man of God and he took it as a compliment. "lo facciamo tentativo," he suggested cheerily though he knew full well not all of them did try to be good nor kind and simply wished to abuse the position of the church. Still, he was confident he could set a good example and at least be one of the good ones towards Salomé.

She asked what he did for the Pope and he laughed to himself while shaking his head when she asked if he was a cardinal. "No, non sono un cardinale," he served a very different branch of the church but he didn't clarify that, still oblivious to Salomé already knowing the truth. "Sono più simile a uno scout, che si assicura che i figli di Dio siano ben protetti." To put it lightly anyway. "A volte significa che mi metto nei guai ma ne esco sempre vincitore." A sliver of his cockiness showing for another moment as he kept a polite conversational eye on her, trying to see she had stopped shivering and that her bruises were not causing her too much pain.

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 & 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐄 @multipleoccupancy

Salome's smile was as pure as ever -meek, even. But there was an amused glimmer in her eyes that she could not completely hide when she replied: "Sei come un soldato di Dio. Ti prendi cura dei suoi figli con tanta dedizione." A soldier of God. Ugh. Just the thought made her nauseous. Priests and exorcists were only human. And humans were feeble, easily corruptible. But she didn't need that one corrupted. She needed him on her side. An unusual alliance. But who better than the Chief Exorcist of the Vatican to kill the Devil?

"Che tipo di guai? Sembra una cosa pericolosa." Wide eyed, as if she was scared. Ha! She already knew the answer, of course. The trouble was demons. (And other creatures.) The world was teeming with all sorts of beasts and monsters, after all.

He asked how she was feeling, and Salome made a point to look oh so grateful, and just a little bit teary-eyed (this was fun). "Mi sento molto meglio, grazie. Come potrò mai ripagarti per il tuo aiuto e la tua generosità?"

@hvbris // & MARIANNE

Why humans still insisted he had some malicious intent, he couldn't fathom. Although...she wasn't strictly human, was she? Not really. The ebb and flow of human emotions moved through her, connected her to the land, but she wasn't one of its citizens.

Not quite.

He watched silently for a moment as she tended to the dead. It was rare that he was seen. Someone like her, however, existed outside the realms of reality just as he did.

"Non." Was the simple reply. He didn't tire. He didn't grow weary, or bored. He did what he had to do. "Et c'est le seul moment où l'on a besoin de moi. Pourquoi devrais-je arriver avant?"

Death was the only true neutral party in the universe. The living came from the void, and when their time was done, he returned them there. That was all there was to it. It didn't matter to him how long or short that time was, as it wasn't his concern. He was simply the ferryman. The gateway. The transition from plane of existence to another.

𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 @omniishambles

"N'êtes vous pas curieux? Ne vous demandez-vous jamais pourquoi les hommes meurent? Quelle passion les habite?" Marianne brushed the cheek of one of the insurgents, he could not be older than eighteen. "Leur choix importe. Ces hommes sont mort pour quelque chose de plus grand qu'eux." Where were his parents, she thought as she stood back up. Did they know their son was here? That he had died for freedom?

"Vous vous croyez séparé de ce qui habite les hommes et les femmes que vous cueuillez. Pourtant, ils meurent pour des idées." She eyes him. "N'êtes vous pas une idée? Comme moi. La vie. La mort. L'amour. La libérté. Le pouvoir. Vous faites parti de tout cela. Vous prenez, mais vous ne restez jamais assez longtemps pour voir la vie."

She greeted him and Romulus busied himself seemingly uncaringly removing his bracers from his wrists. Leaving her in silence, unaddressed while he did so. Blood on his face and staining his armour. Someone had fallen to the wolf of Rome not too long ago.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 @senatus-romanus

"Deditionem meam?" she repeated dryly, her chin held high despite the suffocating weight of the General's aura, pressing down on her neck. "Non satis est victoria? Nonne me satis humiliasti?"

Delicate little flower. The nickname was enough of an answer -he wished to humiliate her more. "Multa sum, sed delicatus flos non est unus ex illis. Permitte me tibi ostendere." And with that, Marianne grabbed the chair next to her and threw it, hard, against the ground.

I AM CREATION , BOTH HAUNTED AND HOLY . MADE IN GLORY .