#roman starter

[kissofdelight]

Taking his time to just relax and not worry about the deadlines for the upcoming book, Roman had been wandering around at the only part of the resort that really could be called the hotel. After all, it was where most of the facilities were, even if they all lived out in their own cabins. He’d ended up stumbling over the pool though, and stopped by the window, watching the figure swimming for a while, before going inside of the massive room, walking along the heated pool until he saw them peak their head up once more. “Training for the olympics?” He teased, smiling as he usually did. “It’s a shame you’re not out by the beach today with the weather so great.”

[adsagsona]

Bran had been born a Celt, but he barely remembered that life in freedom. He knew that his father had been a warrior, and he would have been as well. He had been too young to fight in the war, but he had been able to wield a sword. It hadn’t done him much good other than that he had been dealt in with the stronger slaves.

Years later Bran had completed his training as a gladiator. He had kept his head down and had worked, became a lethal opponent. By the time he had gotten his first victory under his belt in the arena, his name was more familiar to the Romans. Apparently so familiar that his Dominus could not refuse an offer which had been made on him.

He did not have to travel very far, being taken on foot by a couple of guards who would not say anything to him. Bran walked with them, gauging his chances in escaping but leaving it be when he realised he wouldn’t get far. Only a few minutes later the gates closed behind him. He was first sent to the ludus to find a place to sleep before he needed to present himself to the family who had bought him.

Washing the dust from the travel from him, he was summoned not too long after.

@nottobecrossed

[kissofdelight]

Why had he chosen a costume with so many parts? Sure, he’d unbuttoned the shirt already a fair bit, but with a shirt, and a jacket, pants and a belt, and fucking fake sword by his side? Yeah, Roman was regretting his choice of pirate. Maybe he should just go see if Charlotte would team up with him, well Charlotte and Kitty, and help him find some mouse ears or something. With his hair, a gray mouse should work just fine. Besides, it’d probably make a few laugh. Instead, he was stuck in the far too many pieces costume. “You know, I never realize how much fabric there is in costumes like this, until I see all those people around with barely any fabric on them.”