Aug 1, 2015
{avgvstvs-caesar}
“G-g-good morning Au-Au,” he stammers, immediately stopping as he realizes he is doing so. Biting his lip in FRUSTATION, the taste of blood present in his mouth, he closes his eyes, soundly breathing through his nose before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Calming himself, he takes the scroll from under his arm, briefly staring to his own words before placing it on the table. He is no great author like Cicero or Caesar, but he has some talent, and hopes Augustus recognizes it. Lip still trembling, he finally speaks.
❝Good morning, Augustus. I wrote a history on Rome, starting with your late father’s death. Pe-pe-perhaps you are interested in re-re-reading it?❞
