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Post by LUCIUS MAXIMIAN on Jan 16, 2011 6:13:16 GMT -5
BUT I RECOGNISED DEATH WITH SORROW AND DREAD, [/size]  -------------------------------------------------------------[/center] Freedom was temporal. A fleeting concept gone in a mere breath.
Lucius exhaled heavily, giving a firm shake of his head to remove himself from such thinking. He was supposed to be enjoying this moment of freedom! To celebrate his crafty intelligence in executing another plan of running away from his paper-work! No. He stopped pacing. 'Running away' had connotations hinting at his cowardice, and Lucius was no coward! He was just taking a break from reading through the infinite number of scrolls and petitions.
With a confident huff, he strode forwards, silently congratulating himself for being able to sneak away without being noticed. He must be deluding himself, however, if the wild red streaks of his hair was supposed to be inconspicuous. He pulled the against his toga decorated with elaborate markings that reflected his status, exhaling loudly at the sight of his worn-down sandals that made his toes curl with the cold. Tugging the robe closer, he trudged through the snow, his hair contrasting ominously with the white snow.
Still, as expected of his station, Lucius walked as if he owned Rome and all of its greatness. He could hear the ripples of some political speech going on, but thought nothing of it. He had some time to himself, and he was going to enjoy every second of it! Even the mighty Jupiter had to set aside some personal time, right? A sideways glance, however, assured him that he was no longer alone. A prim, polite smile hid his teeth.
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Post by EMCAT on Jan 16, 2011 10:55:18 GMT -5
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WHAT'S THIS? WHAT'S THIS?
the forum was positively huge, even in this snow. everything looked the size of elephants - not that he had seen any, but it was just how he imagined them - to little emcat as he weaved his way through the bustling crowd. he was attempting to avoid being squashed between citizens as he tried to run his first solo errand, and the size of everything was distracting him just a little bit. emcat's eye widened as it roved over the tabernae, bursting with luxurious fabrics and exotic gifts. then there was the mercatores, busy at their work flogging their wears to the highest bidder at their trade stalls, sometimes accompanied by an equus or two to pull the carts of goods - or to pull in the punters. emcat had never seen such colour and life. pictland - and britannia, as well, come to think of it - could not compare at all. it all seemed so dull and lifeless in comparison.
emcat didn't want to think of his home country like that, but it was the truth. he gulped nervously and dodged around a passing peddler with his wears, twisting the corner of his toga between his fingers into a tight wad then letting go of it - only to start the process all over again. it was not like he hadn't been to the forum before; it was just that, well, it was scary without his mistress around and he noticed so many new things now. emcat dithered by a stall selling vitreorum, eyes wandering over the glass objects and, of course, the short pony tied to one side. it reminded him of the shaggy creatures they had back home, and he reached out to pet it tentatively. it snorted appreciatively, and emcat hovered by its side for a little bit, stroking the coarse fur with one small hand, until the stall owner noticed and chased him away.
probably a good thing too! he had a scroll to deliver and he didn't like to think that he might be punished if he was late with it - or even just late back. "festinare, festinare," emcat hurried on, and only slowed when the crowd thinned a little - he failed to notice, as he scurried along, body oddly low to the ground, that there were more important looking men now and the upperclass voice of a politician booming in the distance. he felt like he was a bit closer to his destination now, and he relaxed, little heart beating less furiously. he wouldn't fail this simple task after all! he dearly hoped so, though there was every possibility he might be mugged - or worse - at any given moment. emcat still missed the point that only the rich and those who looked rich got pickpocketed round him. no one cared for little slave boys - no one would pick on him on the streets of rome.
emcat had been quite comfortably padding along quietly for a little while when he happened to glance to one side, started with a little squeak and cowered. he didn't mean to be so rude - but the sight of someone with such flame red hair, not unlike the colour of deer blood or the rogues from the green isle's hair, had surprised him a little bit. emcat blinked a little and almost dropped the scroll he was carrying, scrabbling briefly to make sure he caught it. there was something imposing, important about the man's presence and his eye immediately dropped to look at the ground by his feet. "sorry!," he apologised profusely, markedly foreign accent marring his words a little, "sorry! sorry! i think of barbari, i think bad things, sorry." h-hopefully he wouldn't get punished for this.
THERE'S COLOUR EVERYWHERE
tagged: lucius 8)
muse: fasten your seatbelts - pendulum
notes: hope you don't mind me throwing little emcat in ouo um, sorz for the latin i included, but it's reasonably easier to understand =3= festinare is to hurry - he is a bit of a grammar fail.
credits to min of on the edge
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Post by LUCIUS MAXIMIAN on Jan 16, 2011 22:43:18 GMT -5
BUT I RECOGNISED DEATH WITH SORROW AND DREAD, [/size] -------------------------------------------------------------[/center] The squeak from the little one was amusing, to say the least, and Lucius had to curb the temptation to let his smile bloom into a full grin. It was an expression that, as most senators commented snarkily, would scare even the lar familiaris that dwell as guardian spirits of each family. Lucius' smile stretched slightly before he toned it down with an unassuming gaze at the flustered boy.
"Barbari?" he questioned with a chuckle, unwillingly pulling his hand out from the robe's warmth. His palm faced the boy, signalling him to stop babbling any more nonsense. Lucius looked at the boy, a frown appearing for a second. "Look up, boy. You have done no wrong." He remarked sternly, then softened his tone.
It was obvious from the boy's body language that he was used to bowing and apologising... he was somebody else's slave. Not that Lucius cared much for that. He liked to think of himself as having a new-age form of philosophy: to treat others as he wanted to be treated. A difficult idea to apply when you're facing slaves and plebeians, but he was trying. Hence Lucius, out of courtesy, did not let his gaze linger on the eyepatch. One need not be a genius to guess a possible reason.
"It is perfectly fine. I know that those old men talking on the platform resemble the barbari..." dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "...but don't let them know that I said that." He thumbed his hair. "Stand up straight, boy. Now, tell me. Is this colour so surprising?" Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Speak your mind! I do not tolerate lies."
tag: emcat!
notes: no problem at all! pretty easy to guess what they all mean xD and he's so cute!!
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Post by EMCAT on Jan 17, 2011 16:58:52 GMT -5
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WHAT'S THIS? WHAT'S THIS?
he expected to be hit, so why did no blows come? for a second, emcat was confused and shook a little more before venturing to glance up at the man in front of him, before his eyes flicked down to the ground again - then up, then down, as if he was watching something bounce in front of him as opposed to sneaking glances at the imposing homo nobilis in front of him. emcat's hands scrunched in his toga more and he passed the scroll from palm to palm, trying to release a bit of nervous tension. "a-ahn," emcat bit his lip and muttered a couple of words in his native tongue of pictish - though the rough translation was something along the lines of why someone so obviously important would want to talk to him in a not particularly disparaging manner. he gulped a little and faced his fears - glancing up at the man again, but fixing on a point somewhere over his left ear, as if observing the sky.
okay, so he had been firm at first - but more firm and kind, that firm and crudelis. what a surprise. "i-i has, i has," emcat mumbled a little, eyes dropping again, then looking at a point over the man's right ear this time. "i liken you to," one hand let go of his toga and waved a little bit, "a-a barbari, i make offense to you." his latin was still by no means perfect. the hand reached up to gently touch his eyepatch - a somewhat peculiar mark of respect that emcat had a habit of doing around people he was unfamiliar with - briefly with one finger because returning that hand to his side, clutching back at the toga uncomfortably. his feet shuffled a little in the ground, toes pointed inwards. "i no mean offense, no offense at all." emcat nodded vigorously to accompany his statement and went back to playing with the hem of his toga.
emcat's eye widened as the man talked on, watching the mouth intently - not noticing that his own was ever so slightly ajar. "i will not, dominus, i will not!", emcat nodded again with the same vigor. the man had a most unusual voice but that wasn't to say it wasn't fascinating to listen to. he cocked his head to one side, and scuffed the dirt with one foot again, listening intently - chewing his lip again. "i promise." at the command, emcat snapped upward, standing ramrod straight to militant attention - something he had seen milites doing around the harbor in britannia and again here. it seemed fitting. "yes!", emcat blinked once and stood, quivering in his sandals and looked at the hair again. "i-i mean, yes, um." he looked at his feet again. "like people from the-the," oh, what was the word for green again? his eyes darted around and his pointed a patch of moss that was gathering on a wall nearby. "like that c-colour isle! th-that good?"
THERE'S COLOUR EVERYWHERE
tagged: lucius 8)
muse: leather shoes - lucariosklaw
notes:awww glad you like him and his derpyness |D sorry it's a bit short =3=
credits to min of on the edge
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Post by LUCIUS MAXIMIAN on Jan 17, 2011 21:37:15 GMT -5
BUT I RECOGNISED DEATH WITH SORROW AND DREAD, [/size] -------------------------------------------------------------[/center] "Oh?" Lucius felt a gnawing sense of disappointment rising inside of him. The slave thought of him to be a barbari, a sentiment shared by a certain number of senators and patricians who usually opposed his view. A pensive look crossed his face for a moment before it settled back into the same kind - it might appear to be more menacing than kind - smile he had been showing. "Yes, yes. You apologised the first time," he said, none too patiently, "Don't keep repeating yourself."
There was no real heat in his words. Lucius was not a harsh master. He preferred reminding his own slaves to speak for themselves while they were in his presence. What was the point of having a group of people flattering your ego each day? One would only grow more and more conceited, and eventually take a wrong step when handling other matters. "Good. I shall hold you to your promise then."
A short bark of laughter. The boy had such a typical response. He, however, liked that tiny spark when he yelled 'yes!'. He turned to see what the boy was pointing at. Oh, moss. Blinking, he chuckled again. "You mean I look like a..." he wondered what would be an easily understood word, "... one of those people from other islands?" He nodded approvingly, looking every bit like a teacher whose student had just passed a test. "This colour," he flicked his hair, "Is not real... it's done this way for... fun!"
Lucius smiled. It would be redundant to explain his real reasons for keeping his hair this long and dyeing it in such a peculiar, dramatic shade of red. He eyed the boy's clothing curiously, "Are you not cold?"
tag: emcat!
notes: it's okay!! quality over quantity ;p
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Post by EMCAT on Jan 20, 2011 14:37:58 GMT -5
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WHAT'S THIS? WHAT'S THIS?
"a-ah, yes! i stop now," emcat replied resolutely, still quivering a little bit despite his sudden soldier-like stance. his toes crept inwards again and one hand returned to twisting the - now slightly dirtied by his little fingers - corner of his clothing, but otherwise he looked for all the roman empire like a small, raggedy miles. well, he hoped he did, anyway. he nodded up at the man in front of him, trying not to stare too hard at different parts of him or look like he was being rude - he couldn't do that. hopefully he had got his point - or points? had he made more than one? he was sure he had, but anyway - across without embellishment and flattery. well, he hoped not. or maybe flattery was a good thing? it did make people feel better about themselves, he knew - and some people truly deserved that flattery. he knew that too. unfortunately, he was not one of those people.
emcat bobbed his head at the laughter - it was loud, and a tiny bit abrasive, but it wasn't mean, neither was it directed at him. at least, he didn't think it was, but he had been wrong about things before. eh, it probably was at him, but he couldn't detect any anger in it. emcat hoped that was a good sign that he hadn't annoyed the tall vir in front of him. "like island people near britannia, yes!," he nodded, the hand on his toga letting go to gesticulate in the air a little. "they fierce and brave and, uh, have bright hair like you - no offense mean!" emcat stifled a small chuckle and changed it into a cough at the last minute. th-that would definitely be deemed rudis and then he would be dragged back to iuliana by the ear - without even delivering this scroll! she would murder him, for sure. or put him on lamp refilling duty into oblivio, he didn't like filling them up in the dark.
"d-dye?", emcat's eye widened with curiosity and his head tilted to one side as he looked up at this man, inspecting the hair with his own piercing blue eye. he knew about dye, of course, but only the kind that went on your body. "it no look dye - it look natural from down here. so colour. how you dye? ochre? leaf colour?" not that he would ever get a chance to change his own, of course. it was mere curiosity. he scuffed a foot again, worried that might be deemed impudence, sandal catching on a stone and sending it skittering across the ground. emcat almost jumped - and then almost jumped again as he was asked a question. emcat blinked and shake his head a little, a tiny flicker of a smile on his lips. "no at all, i come from pictland, i no feel cold in rome."
as a matter of fact, he hadn't really felt the cold at all for a long time. even southern britannia had been only a tiny bit on the chilly side when the coastal winds swept in. "snow look pretty here - no deep," he added conclusively.
THERE'S COLOUR EVERYWHERE
tagged: lucius 8)
muse: another beautiful tragedy - son of rust
notes: /o/ <3 it's not that great, though |D:;
credits to min of on the edge
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Post by LUCIUS MAXIMIAN on Jan 23, 2011 9:50:31 GMT -5
BUT I RECOGNISED DEATH WITH SORROW AND DREAD, [/size] -------------------------------------------------------------[/center] Fierce and brave. He liked the sound of that. Flattery was a wonderful thing, even if it was made up of lies ninety percent of the time. Ignoring the obvious poor grammar of the boy, Lucius twirled the lock of hair around his index finger. "It's a secret." He winked, not feeling particularly generous at the moment. Besides, how special he possibly be if somebody else knew the recipe behind his maddeningly red hair? Granted, the boy might speak nothing of it if he went ahead and shared the secret, but would the boy's master or mistress do the same? He or she had absolute authority and could pry any secret the boy might try to withhold. "But thank you for the compliment, boy."
Lucius was getting increasingly amused by the boy's reaction and words. "Ahhh I'm envious!" he cried out theatrically, one hand landing on the boy's hair in an affectionate pat. "Pictland sounds like a good place for my vacation, if I ever have one. It might be horribly cold for my frail body... still, anywhere but Rome, yes?" Not actually expecting any answer, Lucius ruffled the boy's hair a little, "Mhm. Snow always looks pretty from afar... too bad it's really dirty when you take a closer look. You're right, though. It hardly ever stacks up to be too deep, and that's a good thing. Otherwise everyone will have a difficult time cleaning!"
"So," he glanced at the scroll, "Running an errand?" Lucius tilted his head, observing a nearby group of men with a semi-curious glance. Hopefully nobody had noticed his presence and ran off to inform his superiors... he'd have to be more inconspicuous, if possible. "Am I interrupting your work?"
tag: emcat
notes: /hugs you are delusional xD emcat's posts are a great read...he's such a cutie!
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