❝Nothing is as deadly as the love of a powerful (wo)man.❞
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Request by: k00alababy (royal era, although this doesn't quite match with the said request 😓)
Warnings: blood, death, weapons, implied misogynistic sentiments, caste conflicts and elitist supremacy? (so sensitive people kindly step out).
Genre: drama, and scattered bits of angst+fluff ツ
Birthday Special-! : Today is 27/04, in other words, my birthday so take this as a special update lol<3
Additional Information (source- various): gladiators were armed combatants pitted against other men or wild animals and were trained to fight (to death) so as to entertain the audiences. Most of them were ex-convicts or enslaved men who were looked down upon by the elites and seen as outcasts. They were however, subjected to long hours of rigorous training, fed three square meals per day, given shelter and medical attention. Existence of female gladiators was an exotic rarity and was ridiculed only for comical purposes. Their fights were not taken seriously as they were often made to fight bare-chested that would create a supposed erotic impact on the viewers.
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Word Count: 4232 (lonnnggg-!)
«NARRATION»
Ancient Rome, circa 66 A.D
Dark clouds hovered over the dull grey sky. A silhouette of a young woman ran down the deserted streets all the way to a bright lit villa. There was a scar on her forehead that she tried to hide under her hood as she ran through the rainy night. Lifting her head a little, she smiled at the sight of another woman around the same age as her — waiting for her from the back entrance, the door slightly ajar. Swiftly rushing through, she managed to get in just before a guard could sense any suspicious movement.
"Where were you? Do you realise how late you've been?" The woman dressed in a maid attire questioned when the drenched girl rushed in.
"Has the dinner started yet?" The woman panted, lifting her hood to reveal the perfect length of dark, wavy hair, loosely rolled up in form of a bun as some curly strands fell from the sides.
"No, but your brother has been looking for you. He demands an answer for your absence from home, Ms Lisa."
"Don't worry much, Mina. I know you have me guarded." Lisa answered with a sweet smile on her lips that had a small cut at the corner.
"This is exactly what I worry about. I won't be always there to shield you even though we promised your little secret will be safe with me."
"My dear friend, Mina. I do comprehend the fact that the phase I'm living in is probably short lived. I will be forced to take part in responsibilities and duties as a future wife. But I don't wish to let go of it, let this freedom live with me and let me have fun as long as it lasts."
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Mina was helping Lisa to clean up and apply a traditional remedy to her wounds when there was a loud knock on the door with an announcement of the general waiting outside.
"I'll be heading back." Mina whispered as she got hold of her supplies as she prepared to leave when Lisa caught her wrist, a gentle yet firm hold over it.
"Thank you for being a wonderful friend, Mina." She weakly smiled, her eyes that expressed a fear of their own.
Mina's lips twitched into a bright smile convincing her that everything will be okay as left the room. And also giving cue for the Roman general to enter.
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10000 Hours | liskook
Romantizm❝I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more Oh if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours.❞ ↠an anthology of random scenarios starring liskook. ↠mostly fluff based ; might include angst. ↠requests are CLOSED! ↠ sporadic upda...
