07-29-2018, 05:08 PM
he laid low the warriors of old
Rome has never been one to dwell into the politics of Beqanna. He often would have favored a life with only adventure and exploring beyond the lands that laid over the horizon of his homeland. But his life had changed—for the better—when he had met his black lover, Porcia. And then it was the fate of their first set of twins that had shifted his intentions for his current stance within Nerine.
He is not familiar with the way Wishbone is. It is truly his first time ever interacting with the leader of his home, but he can imagine she is fierce and strong. Her smile at his words tells no other tale of his thoughts he had before on her. The stories of the sisterhood still ring truth to this day even if they are no longer in the jungle he had grown up knowing them to inhabit.
“I want to make myself useful around here,” a tone of seriousness follows along with his words. Rome would have been more at ease with witty words and banter, but he feels the need to make his point clear. His intentions to make something of himself more in this land was important to him and those that were in his world. “My family means everything to me, and so does this place. I want you to know I will do what it takes to ensure Nerine is always safe.” Rome pauses for a moment, turning away from Wishbone.
The ocelot horse overlooks the warm spring day around them. It is not the place he had grown up in and learned to love, but it is a place he has grown to call home and found a warm, safe spot within his heart. “I want to give my life to this place, even if it means the end of me.” He ends with returning his gaze back to her, fortifying his meaning to be true and honest.
“I will do what is ever required. No matter what it might be.” The world would no longer be black and white for him. If he was going to protect his family and his home he would have to be willing to do anything—and he was without hesitation.
“Where must I start?” he asks with a soft smile when he locks his gaze with hers. Must he give an oath to pledge his loyalty to her and Nerine? Must he kill someone to show his dedication perhaps? He doesn't know what requires him to show and be considered a faithful servant of kingdoms when he has only known the road of solitude and loyalty to those he loves and cares about.
He is not familiar with the way Wishbone is. It is truly his first time ever interacting with the leader of his home, but he can imagine she is fierce and strong. Her smile at his words tells no other tale of his thoughts he had before on her. The stories of the sisterhood still ring truth to this day even if they are no longer in the jungle he had grown up knowing them to inhabit.
“I want to make myself useful around here,” a tone of seriousness follows along with his words. Rome would have been more at ease with witty words and banter, but he feels the need to make his point clear. His intentions to make something of himself more in this land was important to him and those that were in his world. “My family means everything to me, and so does this place. I want you to know I will do what it takes to ensure Nerine is always safe.” Rome pauses for a moment, turning away from Wishbone.
The ocelot horse overlooks the warm spring day around them. It is not the place he had grown up in and learned to love, but it is a place he has grown to call home and found a warm, safe spot within his heart. “I want to give my life to this place, even if it means the end of me.” He ends with returning his gaze back to her, fortifying his meaning to be true and honest.
“I will do what is ever required. No matter what it might be.” The world would no longer be black and white for him. If he was going to protect his family and his home he would have to be willing to do anything—and he was without hesitation.
“Where must I start?” he asks with a soft smile when he locks his gaze with hers. Must he give an oath to pledge his loyalty to her and Nerine? Must he kill someone to show his dedication perhaps? He doesn't know what requires him to show and be considered a faithful servant of kingdoms when he has only known the road of solitude and loyalty to those he loves and cares about.
ROME
tarnished x lucrezia
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