#cassius tag tbd.
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lucien laviscount, cis man, 28 / 280 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems JUDE CASSIUS has finally made it to the capital, the COUSIN from WINTER COURT is said to be BENEVOLENT and is said to describe themselves with A LONE CHAIR FALLEN OVER, LIPS THAT DON'T KNOW HOW TO LIE AND THE INNATE INSTINCT TO SURVIVE and with all of this in mind their GUILTY nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
statistics :
label: the despondent.
positive traits: benevolent, compassionate, sincere.
negative traits: haunted, guilty, guarded.
orientation: bisexual, biromantic.
gender: cis man ( he / him pronouns ).
age: 28 280.
species: high fae.
court: winter ( cousin to high family ).
abilities: immortality, winnowing, astral projection, ice manipulation.
mbti: isfj.
zodiac: capricorn.
noteworthy features: a rare but contagious smile, kind eyes, strong arms.
introduction :
death mention tw, ptsd tw
you lived an ordinary life. you really did. you grew up close to your cousins, the high family. you never envied the attention that your cousins got, especially those closer to the position of high lord. you enjoyed listening to all of their stories, offering up advice, watching from the sidelines of their very complicated lives.
you were very much aware of the " curse " that was said to weigh heavily over the winter court, but you never gave it much mind. you didn't believe in foolish things like that, you never had. you were always far more logic based, needing to trust things you could see with your own eyes rather than stories passed down for generations.
you were always known as the defender of your family. you were the eldest of your immediate family and always protected your younger siblings but even without being the eldest of your extended family and your cousins, you were still scrappy and always ready to rush in to protect them if they ever needed.
you were the last person that anyone would have ever suspected to fall in love with a human. that was ... reckless ! and you were anything but that. but she was captivating and you fell hard, not that you ever dared to speak those thoughts aloud. things were supposed to be perfect after you brought her to the cauldron, wanting her to join your life, but timing was never on your side.
it was just a hunting trip, one that you had been on dozens of times before with your family. you always tagged along, always enjoying the company of your cousins and your uncle. everything happened so fast though, and despite the many nights that the events still play over and over again in your mind - you are still unable to make sense of it. and you still can only feel one thing, the intense drive to survive. you weren't a protector that day, though there was nothing you could have done. and as much as people will call you crazy, you too don't believe that this was just some random hunting accident. it felt too ... different.
you are overcome with guilt from that day forward. nothing feels right. they are gone but you are still here. you who had far less importance to the court, you who just tagged along in the first place. it all still doesn't sit right with you. and slowly you started to pull further and further away from those around you, those you loved, even the one you never got to confess your love to, until you very quickly found yourself alone.
now you're trying to pick up the pieces and find who you used to be and the invitation to the capital has not come at a better time for a change of scenery.
wanted connections:
friends, enemies, exes, rest of his family, more tbd !
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* // ♛ @casswrr escolheu a música #23 ⧽ easier , by 5 seconds of summer
Is it easier to stay? Is it easier to go?
I don't wanna know, oh
But I know that I'm never, ever gonna change
And you know you don't want it any other way
Why do we always gotta run away?
And we wind up in the same place
It's like we're looking for the same thing
daphne sabia que seus problemas com cassius eram completamente unilaterais. o garoto nunca lhe dera motivos para pensar que ele a odiava ou temia, não mais que qualquer outra pessoa daquele círculo social deles. entretanto ... daphne o temia. conhecia, por conta de seus pais, sobre as habilidades dele e como nenhum segredo era trancado por muito tempo caso cassius resolvesse ir atrás dele.
como alguém que tinha muito o que esconder , daphne optou por manter-se fora do caminho do garoto. envergonha-se em admitir que isso envolvia, sim, ativamente evitá-lo quando era possível. entretanto, nem sempre daphne conseguia escapar da presença daqueles olhos curiosos. não fazia diferença o quanto corresse, eles estavam sempre em órbita um do outro, considerando todos os elos que ligavam suas vidas. o encontro dessa vez era culpa das aulas de transfiguração.
mantendo a compostura usual, daphne sorriu para ele como se conversasse com warrintong todos os dias. “ parece que estamos presos um ao outro durante essa atividade. por favor me diga que você sabe alguma coisa sobre transfiguração avançada porque eu sou boa, mas não o suficiente por duas pessoas. ”
#casswrr#cassius tag tbd.#* // ♛ ⧽ threads.#eu nem sei de onde eu tirei isso mas daph tem um pouquinho de medo do cass agora#o respeito é maior tho!#se quiser algo diferente me avisa que eu mudo <33
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Send “&” for a LOVING text. ( cassius and camille )
To: Cassius
Just a daily reminder that I love you and if you die before me I’m following your soul and pulling it back with me. We came into this world together, and we will go out together.
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A courtesan of the people
Ugh. Marc Antony. I love him. Like desperately and truly.
Marc x MC
Rating: TBD
Tag list: @a-whore-of-rome @boneandfur because I know y’all love him like I do<3
The start of a new series that I've been contemplating on for a while now.
Syphax had survived. Julia breathed a sigh of relief, she may not reciprocate his feelings for her but she definitely had a soft spot for him. She let her mind wander back to the games the memories that came crashing into her mind as she saw her father for the first time after eight long years.
“Sileas,” he’d call her Gaelic name, a name she’d long forgotten when she choose a roman one. Ironically choosing one so similar to Julius Caesar, so as never to forget her priority in this unwelcoming land that had become her home. “Go and fetch your brother from his hunt so that we can eat together.” He say with that knowing smile. She would go and fetch her brother from his true location, a local spot off in the woods where he and his lover could spend the day hiding. Her father would always tease Cigrex lightheartedly when she brought him home about how he must have just barely missed the hunt and how Cigrex was sure to catch them next time.
She had written them off as dead, decided that they were all dead. Yet here he was, the Chieftain of the Gaul, her father, in the roman pits where her friend and unrequited lover now sat awaiting. She cursed herself internally, she should have known better than to react to his presence. She had a knee jerk reaction when she’d seen him and it resulted in her having to inform her patron Cassius of her father. He’d mistaken her reaction for that of a romantic love instead of a familial one.
Julia remembered the look on his face, how quickly and easily he had believed Xanthe’s lie. Xanthe was becoming a problem by trying to sabotage her patronage at any turn, but bold accusations were a new turn of events. Julia would have to find a way to deal with her soon. Cassius jealousy would likely be a problem as well, she frowned. He’d been too quick to believe, and also far too reactive to the possibility of Julia being involved with someone else. Real emotions were a double edged sword as a courtesan. On the one hand it made a patron easier to manipulate, love was a powerful tool. However it made people far to unpredictable, and Julia hoped that she could keep Cassius in check or she might end up in a situation she wasn’t sure she could handle.
These things seemed pale in comparison to the mess she had stumbled into with Marc Antony. She was caught off guard when Sabina had walked in, and he had noticed. He also seemed to know who she truly was, and that she wasn’t just any slave brought back from the Gaelic wars. He knew that she was the daughter of the chieftain, and she wasn’t sure how he intended to use this information. Marc Antony was a dangerous man, and she’d known from the start that he wouldn’t be enticed by wiles or charm. Antony was intelligent, and he responded far better to her honesty in most situations than she suspected he fare with her charms. The scene he’d caused at the popina confirmed what she’d already known.
Marc met Julia’s eyes in the crowded room filled with ale and the stench of men. “You are going to host them by my side.” He’d said about the games he’d just announced. Julia smiled pleasantly in response, playing every bit of the excited courtesan that she was supposed too. But it was an act, and she knew it, and looking into Marc’s eyes, he knew it too.
Tonight had been a test, Marc wanted to see if she was worth his time. He wanted to see if she would play along with his games. And she had, and to Julia’s surprise she’d enjoyed it, despite his thinly veiled allusion to her past. They were on the same page, Julia and Marc, two sides of the same coin. Julia wasn’t sure if this was going to be heaven or hell, and she knew that it could very well go both ways. But despite her instincts, she wanted to find out.
“It’s not safe for a lady as beautiful as you to walk alone.” Marc said, chasing her out of her thoughts. Julia turned, smiling in surprise as she held her composure. “Marc Antony,” she said coyly, “I thought you wanted to finish your game of dice.” His teeth shone in the dark as he returned her smile. “I think I’d much prefer your company to a game of dice in a room filled with men.” He responded and she paused in her walk to let him catch up with her. The streets were empty, and smoke filled the air from nearby chimneys as people let their fires dwindle down in the brisk night.
“You are too kind to the daughter of a conquered chieftain. One conquered by your own hand no less.” She said sharply, but still with a lightness in her voice that let him know she harbored no ill feelings toward him. “I do believe Legate Aquila is responsible for that.” He chastised, the two of them coming to stop at an abandoned bench along the river. She met his gaze in the dark, “and who is responsible for Aquila?” Julia pushed. Perhaps she shouldn’t broach this topic with him, yet she felt a small amount of trust that spurred her on. Marc sprawled across the bench, “Julius Caesar.” He answered jovially and Julia rolled her eyes at him.
“The better question is why did the daughter of a conquered chieftain become a courtesan for the elite of the country that crushed her own.” Julia smiled again, but this time bitterness tugged at her smile. “Perhaps she was never given the choice.” She responded letting her eyes drift lazily over the water. “Do you wish to be elsewhere?” He asked inquisitively, his eyes roaming her body, taking in every movement, every breath, measuring her reaction. “No.” She said cooly and Julia knew it was the truth. She’d long since let go of her love for her homeland, she missed for the simplicity of the old days, and the time she’d spend with her family, but she had no desire to return to them.
She continued when Marc didn’t respond. “Life rewards the strong, and punishes the weak. Why mourn what has happened in the past, it wont change. Why hold love for a tribe that no longer exists? The other tribes left us to die, and were extinguished in exchange. There is balance in that. I see no reason to hold loyalty to people who never held loyalty for us. So I’ve embraced a new tribe, and I see no reason why I would lower myself to the standards of common men, because I am not a common woman.” She said proudly. Marc listened intently, recognizing the fire that laced in her voice. It was well hidden, but he could feel it.
He’d known it from the moment he’d seen her at her debut. She’d refused to be conquered, instead using her misfortune to fuel her forward into a position of power. It was a stubborn resistance that he recognized and in turn shared. It was the reason he’d been been so loyal to Caesar. Caesar wanted to help the people, he wanted to change the system. While Antony cared little about the politics of what he was doing, he delighted in the idea of overthrowing the senate that’d always looked down on him due to his heritage. It was this goal that spurred him forward. The scene at the popina had been a test on his part, but it had also been an olive branch.
He was dangling Aquila in front of her on purpose. He wanted him to know that he knew how to cut him at his knees, and that he wanted to help her do it. Of course he didn’t know how far Julia intended to take things.
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