GRAECO CALIGULA

Benedikt’s       sight       lifted       by       the       quarter - inch      ,       irises       rent       by       a       wide       newspaper       that       wrinkled       into       his       lap      .       He       watched       her       impish       écru       visage       with       paternal       apathy       –       what       shiny       little       trinket       caught       the       CROW’S       EYE      ?    ❝   Are       you       smiling       at       my       crate       of       dates      ?       I       am       wise       enough       to       know       you       couldn’t       be       smiling       at       me      .   ❞       A       nasal       sigh      .

’ I’VE ALWAYS LOATHED the necessity of sleep. like death, it puts even the most powerful of men on their backs. ‘  

startercall . // @scythiun

apollo’s rays weigh dark locks against the crest of her shoulders, a heat that even makes the back of her neck frizz. it’s downright one of the best feelings, and she wouldn’t mind taking in its full embrace.  “could you braid my hair… please?”        //        @scythiun.

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                    “ STRANGE RUNNING INTO YOU above the ground. i almost miss the peace of hell, compared to the chaos here. you’re doing well though? “

SHE  GRINS ,   wolfish    ——–    unconvinced.  eyes sharpen ,  head tilts  (  a lack of courage  ).  it’s as though she’s expected to wield her savagery whensoever ,  without purpose.  no.  not quite as simple as all that.  the only difference between her and the moniker she wears ,   an end game.   he is not part of it.  elbows dig into the table as her weight shifts ,  leaning forward.      “      spare you from me  ?   not buying it.  something tells me you enjoy this far more than i do ,      ”      she speaks lowly ,  carefully.      “      and ,  just so we’re clear ,  i don’t give a shit what you prefer.      ”

❝      Aphrodite    ,     I     must     thank     you    .     What     beauty     you’ve     allowed     me     to     see     in     my     years     may     have     kept     me     from     going     mad    .       ❞

❝      I      have      never      been      one      for      pretence      —      so      I’ll      ask      you      plainly      …      what      business      do      you      have      with      my      father    ?       ❞

Grecian     stare    ,     head     inclined    ,     he     tested    :     ❝      And     what     do     you     think    ,     what     separates     man     from     beast     ?      ❞