cordonian ruby

“Uncle, sit down”

“You want me to… spy on Caesar for you?”

Antony winces at the word ‘spy’.

“I want you to… keep me informed.”

He pulls you onto his lap, holding you in what would be a tender hug were it not for the curious eyes of the crowd.

“It will be painful for me to watch you play to him. But you are the only one in the whole Republic I trust to do this for me.”

Like we know that the whole deal surrounding him is that people think he’s a scalpel jockey and constantly seeks attention, but no, he really is that damn good at his job and went a whole day running around saving people’s lives.

ME:

Nik, rolling his eyes from across the room: I’m not gonna catch you.

MC: TRUST. FALL.

Nik: I said n-

MC: [starts falling]