founder of rome

[palatinetwin]

I AM MOVING ROMULUS TO MY MULTI @iinmortales

[palatinetwin]

letempsrevient​:

“and why is that, your majesty?”

           ‘ i know where you keep your knives. ‘

[palatinetwin]

letempsrevient​:

“many before you have tried to woo me. what makes you think you could succeed?”

open // rosamund.

           ‘ i’d like to think i have a leg up on the competition. ‘

[kimahri-deactivated20190927]

What’s it like to have a good father

[nowhites]

a what

[rozrozhollander]

omander + smiley kisses

[palatinetwin]

arturiusrex​:

           arthur’s smile is all teeth.  “ there’s both compliment and insult in your words, friend; i am curious which you mean more. ” 

           ‘ i wonder which it is you would prefer. ‘ was he a man that looked for insults? ‘ if lucius could be beaten by a british king, any king, then he was not a worthy head of rome. ‘

[sunlighttwood]

[palatinetwin]

weepingeyes​:

“Your gods?” THIS HAS THE OTHER ONE COMING TO A SKILL ; he is aware of course that there are those who do not worship the Christian god but to see this man so open ; so unafraid as thunder rolls ahead - IT UNSETTLES THE WEEPING ONE. “The underworld? is that what frightens you?” He makes no move ; this one has surrendered his blade - this is different. Lancelot swallows harshly in the downpour ; WITH CARDEN NO WHERE TO BE FOUND TO BARK ORDERS ; Lancelot has to room to wrestle with himself.

             ‘ frightens me? no, i long for it. ‘ surely he had done enough now to earn the fields, if only the gates would open to him. outstretched arms fell to his side, but he made no move to retrieve his sword. ‘ surely, in all your righteousness, you could send one heretical pagan to the grave. ‘ he was goading the monk, trying to make him move first. there was a certain amount of pride, killing a man with this own sword, something remus would have appreciated. 

[palatinetwin]

moondarkens​:

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ➟  @palatinetwin​ // romulus      

             ● ● ●                     ❝ I HAVE NO REGRETS…but I regret a great many things.❞

             ‘ after such a long life, it is impossible to avoid regrets. ‘

[palatinetwin]

letempsrevient​:

she laughs softly, blood tinting her cheeks red. “don’t be ridiculous,” she mutters before dismissing her maid. nervous hands brush down the fabric of her dress and she takes a deep breath. “are you certain you want to put that crown on my head, husband? you can still turn back now,” she teases.

           gently, he took her hands in his, raising them up to kiss both. ‘ i could never have imagined we’d get this far. ‘ they’d both been so cold to one another, dead set on rejecting this union. and look at them now. ‘ i can hardly imagine a future for rome without you as queen, without you by my side. and, if you’ll accept such a show of sentimentality, i have a gift for you. ‘ one that he’d had a devil of a time keeping secret. 

[fitzgeraldquotes]

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ducavalentinois​:

THE ONLY MEMORIES CESARE HAS ARE OF THE PRESENT ; whilst Roman regularly appears in his dreams he think those to be formed out of love & a slight fear over commitment. Cesare hasn’t been in a relationship that’s lasted this long before. HE’S NOT SURE WHAT COMES NEXT. When he returns he’s not sure what to expect. He’s not sure what will happen but Roman surprises him. WHATEVER ANGER THE OTHER MIGHT HAVE FELT SEEMS TO HAVE LESSENED AT LEAST. “I…” He swallows harshly , lips pressing against his forehead helps relax him just a little. “Can we just….lay down?” He isn’t sure he can stomach food right now - all he wants is to curl up beside Roman and close his eyes. HE WANTS THIS TO ALL FADE AWAY. He knows that’s quite selfish , this man has done nothing but worry about him. They should at least talk but Cesare is hesitant to do so. His fingers curl in his boyfriends shirt as he holds him close for a moment. “I really am sorry.”

               it was devastating, seeing cesare so vulnerable. even in the life before this, when they were bonded by battle and bloodshed, there had been few moments when cesare let his walls down. ‘ shh, carissime, its alright. ‘ this time, it was cesare’s lips he kissed softly before taking hand and leading him to the bed. though he didn’t usually care about position, at this particular moment he curled himself around cesare, both to act as a protective barrier against the world and to give his boyfriend the privacy of his facial expressions. but roman’s arms were wrapped around him, helping as much as he could to keep the injured shoulder from moving. ‘ i’m not mad at you, ces, ‘ he said softly. but, wait, this wasn’t the time for half truths. ‘ alright, i’m a little mad. you didn’t even give me an excuse this time. you just disappeared. and i’m not stupid. ‘ this was punctuated with a kiss to the back of cesare’s neck. ‘ i know your family does some shady things. i can handle that. ‘ he fell silent, thinking over his next words. ‘ but i can’t handle you disappearing without a word and never seeing you again. ‘

[andermuunoz]

Nobody uses me. He won’t use me.

[palatinetwin]

ducavalentinois​:

CESARE NODS UNCERTAINLY ; fear of abandonment overrides his usual intelligence. He is afraid. He is used to people walking out when all of this becomes too much. HIS MIND ISN’T BEING RATIONAL ; he wishes he could voice this but he knows it sounds stupid. “Yeah. Although i didn’t…” He hadn’t taken into account how worried Roman was. He watches the other uncertainly but swallows harshly. WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD THE BORGIA HEADS FOR THE BATHROOM. He showers ; it takes longer than usual - he lets the warm water sting his shoulders , but is careful to keep the dressing dry, covering it with his hands , he lets it wash away his anxiety - even if only for a moment. THE ADRENALINE IS WEARING OFF ; it’s becoming harder to try and quell these building emotions ; they’re overwhelming waves & yet if it was this hard for him , he can only imagine how hard it had been for his boyfriend. ONCE HE’S FINISHED ; he borrows a pair of jeans and a shirt - dressing quickly. The clothes fit for the most part. He finally returns , his hair damp and looking a little uncertain.

            he can’t deny that it stung a bit, cesare admitting that he’d thought he wouldn’t be welcome here anymore. but, he supposed, cesare didn’t have the benefit of all those memories. the memories of when they were both kings. of when roman was romulus, the immortal founder of rome. roman knew what kind of man cesare borgia was, and that didn’t change because of the borgia family business. so, while he was cleaning, he let the anger and frustration drain out of him, the fear that cesare wouldn’t return. and, for about the thousandth time, he thanked venus once more. thanked her for letting them be together again, for not letting him lose cesare all over again so soon. when he came back in, finding cesare clean and dressed, it wasn’t anger in his eyes, but relief that touched the corners of his lips. he stepped up to his boyfriend, touching his fingers to cesare’s damp hair and leaning forward to kiss his forehead. ‘ are you hungry, or would you rather just lay down? ‘

[palatinetwin]

ducavalentinois​:

“I’m sorry.” WORDS ARE MUTTERED THROUGH THE TOWEL ; through the sharp and shooting pain in his shoulder. He knows the other is angry - knows he wants to lash out with his words and Cesare cannot blame him for that but he’;s on edge too. He grimaces as the bullet is washed in bourbon. HE’S NOT SURE WHY BUT IT MAKES HIM CRINGE. He makes a sharp sound as the wound is cleaned before rolling his eyes. “Do you honestly think i care what colour the th-” he breaks off as the needle slides into his skin. HE CANNOT CONTINUE. His eyes close as they sting and the Borgia takes a shaky breath. It is his panic and fear , he thinks , that makes the pain so much worse than it should be. HE EYES THE OTHER IN CONFUSION. A shower? he’d been expecting to be shown the door. He blinks , like a deer caught in headlights. “You don’t want me gone?” He asks ; completely missing the question. It doesn’t seem important right now. ROMAN DOESN’T WANT HIM TO LEAVE?

            the question made him stop. he didn’t understand the question for a moment, had to pause and try to process. ‘ gone? ‘ wait, was that what cesare had been thinking the whole time? he’d just been waiting for roman to kick him out? ‘ you think i just pulled a bullet out of your shoulder and am just going to kick you out? ‘ it even sounded ridiculous. if he was going to kick cesare out, he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of seeing to the wound. ‘ you think i’ve been worried sick about you, so, before i get any kind of explanation, i’m just going to kick you out? ‘ he was already gathering up all the various supplies, making sure anything with blood on it went into the bowl. ‘ go clean yourself up, cesare. i need to get the blood out of the hall. borrow whatever clothes you need. and don’t get the dressing wet. ‘

[palatinetwin]

ducavalentinois​:

THE ANGER DISCERNED IN THE OTHERS WORDS HAS CESARE FALLING SILENT. Of course anxiety begins to rise ; something indescribable. It rises because he cannot pinpoint what has made Roman angry the most. WHETHER IT’S THE WOUND OR THE DISAPPEARING ACT. He watches him for a moment , wondering if this would be the last conversation they had before the other slammed the door in his face. He had been wondering how long it would take to destroy this relationship. CESARE IS SURPRISED IT’S EVEN LASTED THIS LONG. It is a miracle in itself he thinks. A miracle they have clung to one another. He nods - not daring to speak but also being in enough agony that he felt rather sick. It wasn’t as simple as he believed. He takes the towel and bites on it. THIS WON’T BE THE FIRST TIME HE’S BEEN STITCHED UP LIKE THIS. Cesare didn’t do hospitals. He really wasn’t the type. He preferred to take care of himself. As he bites down , he closes his eyes and hopes this is quick. HE’S WAITING FOR ROMAN’S ANGER TO BURST OUT ; he’s waiting for harsh words - he’s waiting for a goodbye.

               use the hanger as a probe to find the bullet, then use the tweezers to get it. tools sterilized, that as exactly what he did, being as gentle as he possibly could. for not having much medical training in this life, it went smoother than he’d anticipated. after a few tense, silent moments, he finally gripped the bullet with the tweezers, washing it off in the bowl of bourbon to make sure there weren’t any small shards broken off of it. as far as he could tell, it looked to be in tact. he dropped the tweezers and bullet into the bowl, reaching for a second towel to remove the blood. soaking one side in alcohol, he got rid of the blood first before using the dry side to ensure the area was clean. then it was time for the sewing kit. ‘ you’re getting pink thread, ‘ he told cesare, half out of spite and half to break the silence. and then he was focused again, stitching the wound as best as he could. good thing he had steady hands. stitching done, he covered the wound in fresh gauze. ‘ there. that should hold for now. do you want a shower? ‘