Thinkin' about her (the big black Slab that covered part of the forum and the Romans forgot why they put it there, so they made up spooky stories about it being the tomb of Romulus)
Thinkin' about him (the shrine discovered beneath the Slab containing our first hard evidence of a monarchy in early Rome)
(Mary Beard, SPQR)
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died in your arms
The clock was ticking. Grian knew just as much as Etho and Cleo that the clock was ticking. They were all red. One wrong move and they would be goners. Today everyone would be picked off, one by one, til one stood victorious.
Grian could feel the bloodlust surging through him that came with being a red life but he also felt something else. He felt the loyalty to his team. Grian told Etho and Cleo that he would stick with them, even if he turned red. And he meant what he said. He was tired of keeping people just out of reach. It never served him any good, he still was the reason those that meant most to him would leave. So this time, this time he would do what he hasn’t.
Cleo was in the base with Etho getting some last minute gearing up done while Grian was outside keeping an eye out for any reds coming to get them. Grian wished he still had Jimmy with him, despite how annoying he could be. He wished he had someone he could talk to. If Grian was going to do this, there would be no turning back.
Etho left the base while Cleo was still gearing up, finding Grian staring out towards the rest of the server. The fox hybrid snuck up next to the avian and sat next to him on the cobble walls in front of their base. Etho could tell that Grian was in his head, having seen that face of his like that more than enough times now. “Whatcha’ thinking Grian?”
A light breeze ruffled the dirty blond hair on Grian’s head as he continued to look forward, “I think I want Cleo to kill me.” The statement was so straight forward that Etho expected there to be more to it than that.
“You want Cleo to kill you?” Etho’s tail lightly swished against the grass behind him as he turned towards Grian, “Why do you want that? Don’t you want to win?”
Grian turned to look at Etho, seeing his eyes study him right back. Etho’s ears twitched as Grian spoke, “You gain hearts for dealing damage for tasks when red. I want Cleo to get the best chance at winning.” He watched as Etho’s eyebrows furrowed, thinking over what Grian had said. Even Grian felt like it was out of character for him to do this. But he needed his team to live. If he died for his team, it would be worth it.
“Do you think Cleo could win this?” Etho’s voice was so quiet that Grian almost missed the question altogether. “Like, if she did her tasks on you and got her hearts, do you think she could win it?”
“Yeah. I think Cleo has what it takes to win. And I think she deserves a win too.” The breeze picked up a bit, ruffling the feathers of Grian’s wings as he tilted his head back. “Besides, I promised my loyalty to you guys. I’m not gonna back out on my promise.”
Later, the three had been sticking together and doing their tasks as people were dropping left, right and center. Grian was low. Very low. One hit and he would be dead. He frantically ran up to Cleo and grabbed her shoulders, “Cleo! Cleo kill me!”
Cleo stumbled back, “What? Grian I can’t do that!”
Grian dropped his armor as he stood in front of Cleo, “Cleo I am on 1 heart! I’m not gonna win this!” He dropped to his knees and bowed his head in front of Cleo while Etho stood and watched, “Please Cleo, you need the health!”
Cleo went to reject the notion that she would kill her teammate, when Etho put his hand on her shoulder. No words were shared but they all understood what would happen.
Grian was killed by ZombieCleo
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I found this author who was writing some really sweet age regression fics with Etho and I was like "oh this is SO cute love to see Etho be treated affectionately" bc yknow he deserves it he has every singlr mental illness ever
but anyways i got too deep and my brain's tryna do that mirroring thing and I'm like "🧠🔫 watch it we've got shit to do today no time for this we arent Etho Slabs"
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