#avgvstvscaesar

[elusivehind]

Sometimes I give, sometimes I take, it is mine to know which and when!

perhaps she should be perturbed, but then what would be the point. it would not halt his ire. best to let him have it out, right and proper and attend any burns and lesions after.

after all, poison can only be drained once the pustule has been popped with adequate prodding.

“and mine to allow. or not. as is also my right.” it is the quiet comment of a creature cultured in many kinds of cutting.

[elusivehind]

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the sun is not a gentle stream; no dappling soft as deerskin to its dawn. it is a cold, hard light - brisk as any bullet. and taciturn as unwanted truth; bathing her face, barely warm. “i did not expect you to let me see another sunrise, senator. you are...” a fool. all fools. her included. her most of all. “...full of surprises.”

[sweetbitterbitten]

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he has the same brisk temperament as a teller at auction; detail decided by straightedge and spreadsheet. she takes no mind, being well versed with its precepts and priorities. she merely chuckles and sees to her statement sketchbook as he stalks the space about them. “merely highlighting that even hangings in hallways have history.” she hums, making appropriate check and mark to all deeds done and still yet to do, unperturbed by the pointed tactile tinge to his inquisition. it is only a natural restlessness that imposes such a tangible reframing. curiosity quelled and countered - comforted even - by cool, calm touch. “i shouldn’t think so. it is not a requisite of research that i languish in the aftermath of my landscaping. after all, i will not be the one living here.”

[elusivehind]

What do you feel for Caesar?

“Tenderness.”

[daughterofalexandria]

“I hope you have a strong stomach because there will be blood.”

This is Rome, isn’t there always? Selene thought bitterly, but all she said aloud was, “I can face that, Caesar.”

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[elusivehind]

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From the first, the very first, the crisp clarity of your writing impressed itself on me.  Like a starched, pristine shirt; fresh and ferocious. Beneath the quiet elegance of each sentence, the prowl of poetry. A violence unleashed and lustful, lyrical and lashing. You make marble sculpture of your scenes, gold and gleaming. I read your writing for Augustus and light blinds from it. Mighty and terrible (hereforto meaning awe-inspiring) monstrous.         

[hvrrem]

@avgvstvs-caesar She sat against the far wall, a dedicated booth set aside for her presence prior to even entering the premises. The staff were well versed by now in her pinpointed preferences and learned long ago the weighty cost of displeasing her. A sleek, compact leather appointment planner laid splayed open (a wild assortment of names, dates, times and locations in evidence, scrawled in a light but distinctively brisk hand therein) beside a small Turkish coffee, from which she occasionally sipped whilst simultaneously perusing the contents of her smart phone. A woman's work was never done, this woman more than any other. After all, it wasn't just anyone who could carry the command of their own husband's harem upon such slim (yet startlingly stubborn) shoulders. It required unextinguishable endurance, and it was a singular soul that was able to bare up under such a task and still burn bright as Phoenix fire. 

But then, there was no one quite like Hurrem. Just Hurrem.

All she had, all she possessed - she had pursued with ruthless determination and an unabashed, unflinching will to win. Triumph, however, did not tender respite. And even if it did, there was no rest for the Wicked. She had well wrought herself to thrive fiercely in the face of adversity and found herself ill at ease in its absence. Thus, she was in search of a next challenge to confront, combat, and conquer.

She hoped he would be worth the time, effort, and attention she had so far supplied his case (unasked for as of yet, but such insignificant details meant little to her in the grand scheme of things). There was nothing worse than a disappointment.

When at last he strode, straight backed and effortlessly inbred with power, through the center of the room to her side she knew at once her fears were unfounded. He would be anything but easy, and this, this would be fun.

She rose with the regal freedom of movement at his approach - features vivacious and vixen-esque, eyes bright and almost bawdy - kissing him familiarly on both cheeks per the European custom, voice low with the warmth of heated honey in her greeting.

"Augustus Caesar...this was a meeting long in the making."

[daughterofalexandria]

“This war has lasted too long. May we find peace between us?”

Selene turned to look at the emperor, her composure a hallmark of her mother, certainly not her father. “And after all this time, how will we do that?”

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