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If you were to look at the IDs of the Coliseum enemies, you'd realize there's no enemy associated with the ID 83. However, if you were to change the ID of an enemy image to 83, you'd get represented with this wooden totem.
The exact purpose of this enemy is unknown, but many theorize that it's an unused training dummy. The dummy was discovered in 2021.
ârequest: could you do a story where geta and his family are watching the games and his son see the rhino and gets all excited. Thank you for your time and stories.
pairing : emperor Geta / empress! reader
âwarnings: talk of violence, fighting. yâallâs son is a little cutie patootie fr
ââcome on little one, donât let go okay?â esocorting your son to the stands, his little hand gripped against yours.
He was ever so distracted, with big eyes glancing at the people around him, trying to get view of the pit below.
You hated bringing him to a place so early⊠not even his sixth name day has occurred. But your husband allowed itâdemanded of it.
âHeâll need to grow up fast.â He had whispered to you, nearly everyone was asleep, as it was a late hour, rain prodded at the walls of the keep and thunder boomed. After a particularly rough session with you the man was caressing your face gently, discussing his future plans of war, how it would be good to open the coliseum again for the people.
You remembered feeling so tiredâ but such a statement brought out fear upon you, waking you up instantly. He was just a child. Your son. You didnât want for him to endure the horrors of the world. The horrors of Geta.
But now youâre here, coaxing the child to your husband who stands upon your arrival.
With open arms, his child came running to him. Geta tried not to smile; to keep the facade of a benevolent leader, but such a sight was so⊠lovely.
âHello little man, excited for the show?â Brushing his sonâs matching hair back, he lifted his gaze to his wife. Already you sat beside them, lightly fanning at your reddened cheeks.
Sometimes he forgot you werenât yet to such weather conditions just yet.
âMhm mhm! Momma said there would be bigâ big animals!â Gesturing with wide little hands. geta hummed in agreement, leaning forward his cheek touched his sons.
âSee there? Those beasts are dutiful in the field. They show no mercy upon the fool who chooses to be their foe.â
âRhino!â
Geta laughed. âYes, a rhino.â
Caracalla, ever the prodding man, interrupted such a sweet sight. âBrother, shouldnât the woman being tending to the child? Not the fearless emperor.â
Meeting said manâs gaze, you scoffed. âHow would you know, Caracalla. Sending your wife away and all?â
Caracalla snarled in response, his teeth crooked and yellow. Not removing your heavy gaze, you waited for the manâs chipped response.
âHow dare you evenââ
âEnough!â The emperor interrupted. Setting the child down, the little boy made his way to you, gesturing towards your lap for comfort.
Geta squinted at Caracalla, until the crowds roars distracted him so.
It was time to act, wasnât it?
Turning towards the citizens, Geta let out a deep cry. His hands lifted, signaling for the guards to start the game.
With a call of a horn, the show began.
âMomma, look!â
âCareful honey, donât lean too far.â
The only response was a pouting look, one that made your heart clench in regret. âJust be carefulâ I worry for you little star.â Pinching at his face, the boy let out a giggle. Geta wanted to pay attention to the mayhem. He really, really did.
Afterall, he went through so much trouble putting together for the act. Finding the resources for such an opportunity was getting harder and harder, the war made too big of an impact on supplies and men. But his people needed a distraction, especially in times like this.
But to see you there coddling and mulling over your little oneâwho looked like an exact copy of Geta himself, made him soft. Too soft to watch a man be stabbed repeatedly upon the ground floor and left to rot.
He was so glad you agreed to be a mother. Maybe he could convince you a second time tonight.
âSon,â the emperor called out, instantly gaining the boys attention.
âHow about we visit the bayside after this?â
A confused look graced the childâs features and you had to lean in closer to geta to whisper gently. âHe doesnât know that word, darling. Say big blue water.â
Getaâs hands moved nervously beside the arm rest. Embarrassed to say such low leveled words. âAhm, you know the.. big..blue water.â
Your son squeezed your hand in delight, already nodding his head up and down at such a statement. âCan we nowâ please?â
âNot until the shows over, my love,â setting him back down in your lap you smiled at Geta, amused by the childâs complete wonderment.
The manâs arm came into contact with your shoulder, pulling you into his side snuggly while the fight resumed on with loud cries and clashes. âYou havenât even seen the rhinos yet, son.â
A blank look appeared on the boy. âOh yeah.â
The two of you sat side by side, geta touching you ever so often with calloused fingers. Your son not being able to sit still, wobbling in your lap carelessly as his balance flayed with every cry he let out for an animal that entered his vision.
âDid you see his horn? And the feet!â Being escorted out, Geta kept a hand around your waist as your son perched into your lap, his hands pinching and prodding as your cheeks.
Not being able to respond, you nodded laughing with a closed lip smile.
âCareful with your mother, boy, sheâs delicate.â
The boys fingers stopped there pushing and a yawn escaped his lips. âBig water now?â A tired voice asked.
âBig water.â You agreed, lightly rocking him, your son soon found sleep, allowing a nap to take hold.
âI wish I could fall asleep like that.â With a guiding hand, Geta helped you upon the chariot, lifting you easily upon the wooden and steel frame.
âYou do sleep like that, darling. Especially after dealing with your brother.â
A chuckle escaped the emperor as his body leaned back, both arms gracing the back of the seat. âHe is inssufersble sometimes, isnât he.â
Humming, your eyes suddenly felt tired. The heat was encapsulating your being and having your son splayed out onto your lap didnât help.
Seeing you from the corner of his eyes, Geta noted the droopy lids and tucked down chin.
Usually he would forbid such a show of weakness in public. Say how reckless it is and cuss you out.
But something was differ today; he couldnât quite place it.
âsleep, wife. I will awake you when weâve arrived.â The promise escaped his lips before he could even think to push it back.
With a tired nod, you agreed. A slumber fell upon you before you could open your eyes once more.
Geta only scooted closer, pressing his shoulder to your slumped head with careful brushes.
The emperor couldnât help but lean down, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead as your sonâs snores reverberated through the small space.
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Suite of micromosaic jewellery, Italian, 1800-25. A souvenir of The Grand Tour.
Glass micromosaic set in gold. In the collection of the Cooper-Hewitt Museum.
'Jewelry parures were among the most popular of souvenirs from Italy. Designed for women, a parure traditionally consisted of a necklace with matching bracelets, earrings and a brooch or pin, although some also included accessories such as hair ornaments and tiaras. The intricate mosaic jewels, handset by the finest Roman craftsmen, captured the beautiful scenery of the Italian countryside. Commonly, each segment would depict ruins or monuments in Rome. The images are micro-mosaics, a specialty of Italian workshops, are comprised of tiny tesserae (small rectangles) of either semi-precious stones like marble and lapis lazuli, or as in this instance, colored glass.
To create the mosaic a craftsman would use tweezers to patiently arrange hundreds of the colored tesserae on a pane of glass. The finest craftsman could place up to 5,000 tesserae per square inch. Any gaps were filled with a colored wax and the piece was then carefully polished. It is estimated that there were between 150 to 200 workshops in Rome creating micro-mosaics by the middle of the nineteenth century.
The tesserae in this parure were mounted on gold filigree and ringed with a rich cobalt blue border. Its mosaics feature Italyâs scenes including the Pantheon, the Coliseum, the Temple of Vesta, and St. Peterâs Basilica.' X