#;caesar

[audaciiae]

to caesar, ominously, with big big brown eyes: you will die in two weeks

caesar:

caesar: hahaha anyways lets ignore that

[audaciiaearchive]

always loved my hc that caesar just walks so quietly and sneaks up on people bc he thinks its funny to startle them

[ancientforgcd]

For some reason, I feel like Caesar should be extra careful today.

"Got it, I'll keep away from sharp objects today."

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❝ i never got a chance to discover myself. i never had that privilege. ❞ manyfunerals; meto & caesar. gotta get that good ides content while it's hot-

A dash of angst || Accepting

"Well, you know you have plenty of freedoms under me, Meto. Now that we are back in Rome, why don't you take the time to do exactly that?" Caesar smiles, resting his hands on Meto's shoulders as he looks him up and down. Now is the time for celebration before Caesar needs to get down to business to bring Rome back into something cohesive. The war was hard for many, so now is a time of joy, isn't it?

He squeezes Meto's shoulders and pulls him into a hug, pressing his lips to his temple. "I would not be where I am without you. You deserve to rest for a while," he murmurs into his ear, keeping him close for a moment before letting go. "Why don't you go see your family? I'm sure they're very eager to have you over. Don't let me keep you, hm? You always know where to find me."

@manyfunerals

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∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . meto & caesar.

Nonverbal prompts || Accepting

This surely has been a long time coming. Caesar smooths out his toga as he gets ready for the day, still finding himself frowning. He knows that the Senate will give him the title of dictator perpetuo--after all, who's left? When he and Magnus and Crassus made that alliance, he always felt as if it would all come crumbling down. Their interests and friendships were all very tenuous, yet he still feels dissatisfied.

It shouldn't have ended how it did. When he closes his eyes, he still sees Magnus' head in a box. It makes him sick. Nothing to be done about it now, of course, but he can't help but ponder if things had turned out differently.

Lost in his thoughts, he blinks when he feels a hand rest on his shoulder. At least he has Meto. Dear, loyal Meto who has stuck by him, even after the brief suspicion of attempting to poison him and Cleopatra. He should've known better, but paranoia does odd things to a man. Meto's hand moves to straighten his toga where it had fallen off his shoulder ever so slightly. Caesar smiles, but it falls a little flat.

"Today is a special day, my dear Meto. How I wish you could go into the curia with me! Alas, they don't allow the public in, as you know, but you'll wait for me, yes? Unless you have plans with your father." Caesar quirks a brow, taking Meto's hand and squeezing it. "Regardless, I do expect to see you here tonight. We'll be having a celebration. You wouldn't disappoint me, would you?" He laughs a little, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. "At least ride with me to the curia. You presence eases my nerves."

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❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ meto & caesar.

Blood & darkness || Accepting

"Pity? Meto, look at me. Gordianus has disowned you. Am I not allowed to comfort you?" Caesar quirks a brow as he moves to sit down next to Meto on his bed, a hand resting on his thigh. They've gained a glorious victory in Massilia, but it seems that Meto doesn't have much of a reason to celebrate. Caesar has excused himself from the festivities early, just so he could go and check on him.

He turns to properly face him, a hand pushing through Meto's hair before he moves it to rest on his cheek. Caesar does adore Meto. It's a damning realization. He would do anything to see him happy, to put a smile back on his face, even in the wake of something so horrible. "My dear boy, you know how I care for you. I do not pity you. I just do not want you to go through this alone."

Caesar knows what losing family is like. His wife, his daughter, his stillborn grandson. It may not be quite the same, but the grief is still heavy. "Let me ease your mind. What can I do to help you? Anything you want from me, name it, and it is yours."

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❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞

— Ophelia to Caesar

Blood & Darkness || Accepting

"Hmm, it comes with the territory. People have always hated me for as long as I've been in politics. Not everyone is going to agree with me. It's something you have to learn to live with."

Caesar shrugs, glancing over at Ophelia. It's only been recently that the Senate bestowed upon him the title of dictator, and now his enemies are claiming that he sees himself as a king. That couldn't be farther from the truth. Caesar sees himself as Rome's loyal servant, picking the pieces back up from a long and hard war. As long as he has enemies, he knows he's doing something right.

"I wouldn't worry yourself too much, Ophelia. I always expect this. My ideas have been seen as radical for quite some time. If I make people angry, then I know I'm doing the right thing."