#the senate queue

“Grief is an ill fitting sentiment. We have no time for such pettiness. And it certainly affords you no favours.” 

“So tell me, what can our connection do to serve us both?”

All of this had started over that mess — all over some young child who’d been found in the temple among the religious teachers. They reported the young boy had been listening, and asking questions, but it had been his understanding and own answers which had amazed the elders. And now, the elders were in some sort of uproar, although Augustus could not quite fathom why.                Their mutterings had made its way to the very ears of Caesar rather quickly. It was               noteworthy, really. But then again it would have been more rare should it have               managed to escape him.   "Announce the arrival of Caesar to the elders,"  one of the soldiers barked to one of the men of the small town, while the Imperator remained astride of the white stallion.                Augustus’ eyes cut down slightly from the vantage point he was afforded.              Assessing the surroundings — with luck this would tidy itself up quickly.

"Is that so, Boleyn?You do not strike Caesar as the type to worry yourselfover such frivolous holidays.        But that does not mean that         I do not appriciate your attire.” 

✿ - laugh: Augustus does not laugh often. But when he does it can vary between a short burst and a much fuller and rich laughter. It would depend on the situation and cause for it. 

I know that was your hand on my leg at dinner…The only question I have is:                If you were bold enough to start               why didn't you keep going?

a drunk text [Text: Kayla]