Marius watches him in the garden. The garden was full of light, flowers, and all sorts of birds chirping away at the warm summer day. It was calm and peaceful, almost blissful. Marius relaxes along the bench, in a simple tunic. For this moment, he’s not a soldier or an Empire. He can’t help but smile at his son. There’s something more than pride when he sees him, when he sees any of them. 

im crying @ the makeshift swing... baby. baby boy.

god i know right !!!  IT'S A WINCH CRANE and it’s the most practical way of getting on and off the fortress (helicopter is also an option but like....) 

HERE’S SOME MORE PICTURES 

he rubs a hand over his clammy forehead, trying to find the space to breathe when his ribs feel like steel clamps.

feliciano’s voice comes through the fog, processing slowly within his overworked mind.  katsuo looks up blearily, dwelling on the words.  

his friend has kept a slight distance, even if katsuo feels the sudden warmth of a hand on his still-shaking shoulder.

finally, he swallows.

❛  no. stay.  ❜

he feels wretched, adrenaline still pumping needlessly through his veins.

Send “💎💎💎” and My Muse will say three things that comes to their mind when Your Muse’s name is mentioned

As much as Roma wants to say Innocent at first, he refrains, because they both know that’s not quite true. Instead, he laughs and sits back next to his grandson. As he looks out over the Venetian lagoon, he cannot help but remember the swamp it used to be in ancient times - nothing but a bog land. But Feliciano’s people had taken this inhospitable environment and built this from it. So... “Adaptable,” he finally answers. Adaptable like the water that surrounded him. 

Roma pauses again, smiling to himself before he speaks. “Soft,” but not in a sense of weakness. Soft in the sense of strength, in not allowing the world to harden him, to bleed the romance and love out of him. 

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