Esca/Marcus
anonymous
February 15 2011, 04:04:35 UTC
Post-movie fic. Both men are heroes. Roman society closes in on them, lavishing them with praise and finery. Titled women want to bed them. Leaders want their support. Suddenly, they're in very high demand.
But none of it means anything in their bedroom, when they tear off each other's new, fine clothes and revert back to Marcus being Esca's bound slave again.
Fill: More Surely than Law
anonymous
July 29 2011, 04:30:57 UTC
Please excuse inattatention to accurate period fashion; I am woefully inadequate in the research department. Also, apologies for less clothes-ripping, and more lurid allusion...
The night ends as so many before, hosts and hangers-on lost in the near-drunken haze where social restraint gives way to the cutting edge of true regard and comments turn sharp and sly. Tell us how you survived in the harsh winter, amongst the barbarians the women ask with feigned casualness, sharp-nailed hands trailing higher than is seemly along Marcus' arms. How is it you now count your master as your friend? the men taunt Esca, eyes widened with artful innocence as their tongues lick over their lips.
Marcus has grown to hate it, the painted veneer thinly veiled over a filthy curiosity that knows little and understands less of what Esca is to him. Of what Esca simply is; too fine and wonderful for these so-called civilized society folk who pay lip service to the glory of Rome while failing to see the truest face of honor that ever lived, fearless and
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Re: Fill: More Surely than LawsistermineJuly 31 2011, 21:24:35 UTC
Mmm, yummy.
In a short space you have sketched out a world. Their nice response to all the innuendo they are facing; I like your idea of them having their own private world away from it all, where their own rules apply.
Re: Fill: More Surely than LawgothphyleAugust 1 2011, 22:06:26 UTC
Thank you so much for the kind words! I really like the idea that between the two of them they can navigate any treachery that comes their way, even the social kind. And, of course, continue to make their own rules regarding who they are both as men, and to each other. :)
But none of it means anything in their bedroom, when they tear off each other's new, fine clothes and revert back to Marcus being Esca's bound slave again.
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OP, can I add a little something? =)..I hope you don't mind!
..and what if then everyone around them starts to wonder if they are more than friends!!!
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The night ends as so many before, hosts and hangers-on lost in the near-drunken haze where social restraint gives way to the cutting edge of true regard and comments turn sharp and sly. Tell us how you survived in the harsh winter, amongst the barbarians the women ask with feigned casualness, sharp-nailed hands trailing higher than is seemly along Marcus' arms. How is it you now count your master as your friend? the men taunt Esca, eyes widened with artful innocence as their tongues lick over their lips.
Marcus has grown to hate it, the painted veneer thinly veiled over a filthy curiosity that knows little and understands less of what Esca is to him. Of what Esca simply is; too fine and wonderful for these so-called civilized society folk who pay lip service to the glory of Rome while failing to see the truest face of honor that ever lived, fearless and ( ... )
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We get so much in a few paragraphs.
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In a short space you have sketched out a world. Their nice response to all the innuendo they are facing; I like your idea of them having their own private world away from it all, where their own rules apply.
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