Roman'verse 2.0: later on
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strongheartmaidSaul grinned at his younger brother. "Ariel, your boyfriend's coming," he playfully taunted, enjoying the sight of a crimson flush staining his younger brother's cheeks. He knew he probably shouldn't be teasing his younger brother, he was supposed to be setting an example after all - but it was just so easy to slip into old habits.
Auriel glared at his older brother. "Not funny, Saul," he snapped.
A lightly cleared throat caught their attention and both turned to see their mother standing there. "Boys," she said quietly, gently admonishing the pair. Her left hand reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair off her face. "I trust you will be on your best behavior when the Persian emperor arrives?"
"Yes, Mother," came the answer.
Irene nodded. Now, to wrangle her daughter and her handmaid into proper new gowns. She loved her daughter dearly but it was such a fight some days to get her properly attired. She took a steadying breath and made her way off.
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Martialis massaged his left temple, trying to work the growing ache out of it and not quite succeeding in doing so as the voices of his men echoed outside his tent. His unit was one of the best in the Legion but there were days when they just tried his patience, and today was one of them. Not to mention it was coupled with the growing feeling of guilt for leaving behind his family without telling them his intentions - but, this was the only way he could see to actually do something to help his people, rather then leave it for someone else to do. He took a steadying breath and rubbed the bag with the protective charm, the one keeping his family from finding him, in it between his fingers before he placed his helm back on and strode out to survey his unit.
Auriel glared at his older brother. "Not funny, Saul," he snapped.
A lightly cleared throat caught their attention and both turned to see their mother standing there. "Boys," she said quietly, gently admonishing the pair. Her left hand reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair off her face. "I trust you will be on your best behavior when the Persian emperor arrives?"
"Yes, Mother," came the answer.
Irene nodded. Now, to wrangle her daughter and her handmaid into proper new gowns. She loved her daughter dearly but it was such a fight some days to get her properly attired. She took a steadying breath and made her way off.
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Martialis massaged his left temple, trying to work the growing ache out of it and not quite succeeding in doing so as the voices of his men echoed outside his tent. His unit was one of the best in the Legion but there were days when they just tried his patience, and today was one of them. Not to mention it was coupled with the growing feeling of guilt for leaving behind his family without telling them his intentions - but, this was the only way he could see to actually do something to help his people, rather then leave it for someone else to do. He took a steadying breath and rubbed the bag with the protective charm, the one keeping his family from finding him, in it between his fingers before he placed his helm back on and strode out to survey his unit.
