(i haz new fandom. ooops?)
Jul. 17th, 2009 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
toujours_nigel
So, I've been (re)reading Colleen McCullough's Masters of Rome, and my absolute favourites are Lucius Cornelius Sulla Felix, and Metrobius. And I cannot find any fanfic at all about them. So, erm, I wrote some. The first is from First Man in Rome, the other from Fortune's Favourites.
“I’m going to write you long letters filled with graphic descriptions, and you’re going to read them out loud to Scylax,” is all the answer Sulla gives, and pushes his head closer to a scroll filled with incomprehensible squiggles that firmly refuse to become at all decipherable, no matter how valiantly he tries.
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“I’m going to write you long letters filled with graphic descriptions, and you’re going to read them out loud to Scylax,” is all the answer Sulla gives, and pushes his head closer to a scroll filled with incomprehensible squiggles that firmly refuse to become at all decipherable, no matter how valiantly he tries.
And he does try, if only because Sulla abstains from him until he succeeds, no matter how prettily he pleads. Or protests that he cannot. The white brow creases in a frown, and the delicious mouth purses, and he is ordered back to the taunting, incomprehensible scrawl.
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He leaves Valeria in her rooms, and goes to his own, still careful of every step, still numb with grief. Lucius Cornelius dead, and Valeria pregnant, and Lucullus sure to be on the prowl, soon as his grief over his beloved Sulla ebbs. Out comes the hidden money. And his darkest, plainest tunics. And one voluminous black toga, still new. To be donned tomorrow, for Lucius Cornelius Sulla Felix. Dead in his arms, mourning his ignorance of love. Metrobius sobs, gasps, grits his teeth, brushes away the tears, and begins packing, cheek smeared with Sulla’s blood. No time for grief.
