"Then someone willing to take it will push him aside," Gaius says, eyes closing now, letting himself be grounded in a body that betrays him at every step. Whether it's pain or pleasure, Gaius is a slave to it. "It doesn't matter. So long as the work is done. That is the thing. My life was forfeit as soon as the Praetorium burned."
There is no joy in what Garlemald has become. A nation raped and ravished by the predatory desires of a ancient inhuman madman; nearly a century of manipulation to come to this war machine. There will be joy when her enemies are dead. Gaius will not be there to drink deep the draught of victory, because he will be counted among her betrayers.
When Estinien's hand slides up, Gaius lifts his to cover it over one shoulder, before he says, "You don't have to do this. I will give you what you wish; you don't need to try to concern yourself with my plight."
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Date: 2022-09-08 12:23 am (UTC)There is no joy in what Garlemald has become. A nation raped and ravished by the predatory desires of a ancient inhuman madman; nearly a century of manipulation to come to this war machine. There will be joy when her enemies are dead. Gaius will not be there to drink deep the draught of victory, because he will be counted among her betrayers.
When Estinien's hand slides up, Gaius lifts his to cover it over one shoulder, before he says, "You don't have to do this. I will give you what you wish; you don't need to try to concern yourself with my plight."