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( ´_ノ` ) venatori
A previously silent city was suddenly brought to life. Leathered feet hit earth, and people cheered. Though it was late and the sun was set, Rome's people lined her streets. They had been awaiting Octavius--the fallen Caesar's adopted son, the boy who had brought the triumvirate back to Rome and restored her glory. Glory that continued to shine in the hearts of the people.
The cheering continued. With it, Octavius's smile grew until it was nearly blinding. Fresh from a successful battle, he stood at his second-in-command's side; a fist thrown to the heavens in salutation.
Though his body ached from physical exertion, his mind felt light with joy. It was always a rush to return home with a victory under his belt. A rush to see his people smiling back at him: all rays of light in their own way.
As he marched towards the capitol, he turned his grin to the man beside him. Cicero.
A firm smack on his back, and Octavius couldn't contain the giddy chuckle that escaped him.
"We did well, you know! This will be written in history books! Your name by mine, written under Phillipi. There's nothing on this earth that could stop us."
The cheering continued. With it, Octavius's smile grew until it was nearly blinding. Fresh from a successful battle, he stood at his second-in-command's side; a fist thrown to the heavens in salutation.
Though his body ached from physical exertion, his mind felt light with joy. It was always a rush to return home with a victory under his belt. A rush to see his people smiling back at him: all rays of light in their own way.
As he marched towards the capitol, he turned his grin to the man beside him. Cicero.
A firm smack on his back, and Octavius couldn't contain the giddy chuckle that escaped him.
"We did well, you know! This will be written in history books! Your name by mine, written under Phillipi. There's nothing on this earth that could stop us."