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Oh great, not awkward at all. Longinus smiled politely at both the brothers and nodded in the appropriate places. Is this what poor Aulus felt like? Being so good at politicking that he could mask his boredom or confusion? It certainly wasn't a skill Longinus himself readily possessed. "Ah siblings squabble," Longinus said with a waved hand, "Or at least I heard they do. I'm an only child, so never had the worries you both do I'm sure." He offered a warm, friendly smile as if to brush over the awkwardness that filled the room.
"And I hope I'm not forced to partake in a parade," He grinned, obviously joking, "And you have nothing to worry about Secundus, your brother did a more than admirable job at singing her virtues - I just fell for an unsuitable lady that wasn't her." He shook his head, growing a little more serious, "But things fell through and here I am." He'd claimed some vague reason - dowry or a fall out of money (the usual) to save his face in the wake of his failed engagement and mercilessly the gossip and rumour mill had turned again and he was no longer the topic of the moment for the bored housewives of Rome.
"So..." He glanced between the brothers, "Do you have any ideas for when I can meet your lovely niece?" Surely, if they were invested in him as a potential match it should be on them to suggest a time and an appropriate place?
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Maturity and caution. Longinus tried to disguise his wince. Those two words were about the farthest things away from descriptors of himself. His militaristic prowess that had led to him becoming a legate at twenty three and serving in the role thrice over was in large part down to the risks he bore and his boundless, unflappable energy. Maturity - likewise - was not a personal strong point of his. Even reading wasn't a preferred past time for him - he struggled to concentrate (delegating his correspondence to his Tribune in the legion and secretary now he was a civilian).
"They say opposites attract don't they?" He chuckled when it became evident he was dwelling a little too hard on the description Sergia's uncle had bestowed. "And no, I can't say I've met her - at least not if memory serves." He ran a hand through his hair (note to self - visit the odd little barber Barbatius for a cut and a shave), and sighed - depositing down his grape stem in favour of picking up a cup of wine.
"My first wife was neither mature or cautious, Gods preserve her soul." Antonia was many things; a beauty, vivacious, immature, combative, caring, and all at once. He missed her though he never admitted it, "She passed a year and a bit ago, and I had thought I'd found another but alas - squabbles over money, on her end I should add," He continued with a low - barely believable chuckle, "Meant it fell through and so I'm turning to potential brides I may have overlooked the first time around." He sipped his wine. It was wholly unappetising just how much this felt like bartering for a pitcher of wine at a bar, or a slave at the market but such was their class and rituals for marriage. He tried to shake off his discomfort.
He equally tried to ignore the evidently ravenous Secundus stuffing his face. He was no prude, nor did manners really matter much to him but it was beyond even him. He shot Tertius a curious look as if to ask; 'is he quite alright?' before ploughing on; "Your brother did a fine job of talking her up," He chuckled and gestured at Tertius, "I should have perhaps considered her first and saved myself the bother of my last engagement." He sipped again at his wine and then set it down on the table.
"Though I do have to ask, of course...is there any particular reason why she's still unmarried?" He quirked a brow, "She's what? Twenty-three? Twenty-four?"
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Longinus dismissed Attis' very pertinent observation with a wave of his hand, "Yes, yes but Metella's different isn't she. You know what I mean, you're just being contrary." He smirked.
Nodding his head he shrugged off Attis' grip on his shoulders and shifted around to face his slave. "I know you're just trying to help, and I do appreciate it but alas, I think I just need to...get over it all. And get over the notion that love at first sight is a real thing, especially in a marriage." He chuckled.
"No, I haven't." He disguised a yawn in the palm of his hand. "But I am famished. Is Lutatia up?" He queried, not realising his bedmate of last night had already discretely slipped out of the house.
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Longinus couldn't disguise his wince as the two guests came eye to eye. He knew of Secundus' reputation but hadn't counted on it impacting his relationship with his own brother. As an only child, Longinus didn't really have any sense of what sibling relationships could be like or their complexities yet faced with said complexities right here in front of him, he now understood his error. He swallowed the lump in his throat as Secundus delicately made a comment on Tertius' latest offspring before the man turned his attention back to his host. Right. Straight to business then.
He swept his arm aside and gestured for the brothers to follow him through to the triclinium where assorted foods and wines had been prepared and arrayed around the three couches. "Your family." he replied with a buoyant smile over his shoulder to the elder Varus as they finally entered the space. Taking a seat on one of the couches he looked at each man in turn before sighing, running a hand through his hair. He'd never had the best ability to speak delicately and ran through his words in his head one more time before he spoke, just to try and mitigate any bad reactions from either brother.
"It concerns your niece, actually, the lovely Sergia. Whilst I've never had the pleasure of meeting her myself," That he could recall - although he wouldn't put it past himself to have met her and forgotten, the beauties all looked the same at their classes parties, "Your brother, Tertius," He dipped his head at the younger brother, "Has spoken highly of her in the past." He reached forward to pick off a few grapes and tossed them into his mouth, continuing to speak after he'd munched them down, "I suppose I was wondering what your family's plans were for her?" He flashed a warm grin, his meaning implied.
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Longinus greeted Tertius with the familiar arm clasp and a buoyant smile. "Not at all, not at all. Thank you for making the time, I appreciate it was probably a little rude of me not to follow up after our last conversation." It had been indescribably rude, but the short-lived passionate affair with Sestia had somewhat addled his brain and his senses. "I have thank you," He smiled and inclined his head, "And I hear you're well too, another son?" He chuckled, pleased that he'd sought to confirm some basic facts with his mother before she departed. She really was a scion of gossip. "You have my congratulations, if they mean anythi-" He was interrupted by Merula, one of his house slaves, looming into view with a vexed expression on her face.
She cleared her throat as if to make some grand pronouncement, before rather meekly announcing; "Secundus Quincti-...Quinctilius Varus, domine." She'd been in Rome for almost ten years but her British accent oftentimes got the better of her. Longinus smiled and inclined his head, suggesting that she should go and let the other man in. He turned his attention back to Tertius briefly, after Merula had departed. "I thought it best to have you both here, given we've had a previous conversation, but I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting your brother. And it's a sensitive matter of course," And one he wasn't entirely convinced about - but he tried to brush off those thoughts, he needed to be practical now and who really got love in their marriage? "I hope that's alright?" He added and looked at Tertius expectantly as the sound of sandalled feet echoed and the other man approached.
"Secundus, a pleasure!" He greeted the other man, as he had done with Tertius.
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"Because..." He managed to stifle his laughter and then sighed, turning round in his seat to fully face Attis, batting his hands off, "Because despite my very easy going nature," He said with a grin, "I am in fact just as much of a snob as the rest of my class."
He didn't expect Attis to understand the intricacies of their class, nor the expectations placed on him as paterfamilias. "And yes there's plenty of plebeian senators with plenty of eligible daughters but alas...it's been instilled since I can remember that I needed a good bride, a good patrician girl." He shrugged. It was lunacy when you thought about it, "And I know, I know I have friends who aren't patricians but..." He sighed, trying to find an example, "It's like you, for example - you're a house slave, a body slave, in a very respected house in Rome, would you really chase after a girl who was shipped over from Gaul or wherever and was enslaved to work down a mine? Even if technically you're the same social class?" It was about as good of an analogy as he could muster.
"And yes it's ridiculous, but alas...it's just what we do. Hence why poor Gaius Pollius Albanus was born with eleven toes, his parents and grand parents and great-grand parents kept marrying the same bloody patrician families over and over again."
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"Not unmarriageable," Longinus corrected with a shrug, "But subject to rumours. But I'd rather have a wife that everybody thinks odd because she's remained a spinster than one who only a few years ago stopped playing with dolls." He gave a shudder. He didn't begrudge the men he knew who'd married young women, they were all of age after all, but he'd just rather...not.
He smirked and arched a brow, twisting his neck to glance up briefly at Attis. "Thanks for the confidence boost." He grinned to himself as he turned back around. "But alas, a Patrician who is about as likely to get elected Praetor or Consul as a dormouse, and one who was, for an ever so brief moment, on the wrong side in the Civil War. Hardly princess-husband material, eh?"
He resolutely believed that his past political leanings shouldn't have counted against him; he had been in Britannia without really the foggiest of what was going on, and it wasn't like he shouted it from the rooftops. Besides, Cotta sounded sensible enough, until he kidnapped the Vestal that was. Longinus made a mental note that that was probably another reason why he shouldn't go for Aulus' sister, the lovely ex-Vestal Calpurnia Praetextata.
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"A slew of beauties." He commented with a grin and leant forward a little so Attis could reach further down his back. "Aulus' sister, newly released from her Vestal duties featured, although I'm not convinced. Besides, if the aim is to have a son then her and the other - Quinctilia Varia - probably aren't ideal. Not that I'd say as much to Aulus or Quinctilia's brothers, mind." He was fairly sure the usually reserved Aulus might actually animate should he disrespect his sister.
"Then a couple out of my reach, Claudia Caesaris and Caecina Tusca, and besides being out of my league, both are young enough to be my daughter which..." He wrinkled his nose, enough said.
"The rest are fine - a couple of equite girls and Quinctilia's daughter. Titus and I went to see Tertius Quinctilius Varus about the latter, actually, but then well..." Then Sestia had come along.
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Longinus chortled. "Have you met my friends slavegirls?" He queried, "Between Aulus' stony faced lot and Titus' Dacian's, I'd rather take my chances with the girls at the Elysium." Which was to say, he'd rather stick pins in his eyes. He sometimes frequented the Venus, but it was a rare occurrence and the calibre of men and women that they employed was a different league. Who knew what terrible diseases beset the staff at the cheap Elysium? He hoped never to find out.
"And a pleb, maybe but..." He shrugged, "I'm sure my long-deceased ancestors would have something to say about it. The family name just rests on cousin Lepidus and I, and not sure I want to bother the ghosts of the dead and have them haunt my domus because I wasn't charismatic enough to land a patrician's daughter." He chuckled. How nice it must be, to be a slave and not have to worry about the politics and drama of finding a spouse and siring an heir.
"Titus sent me a list you know, of future spouses. Maybe I need to revisit it." He shrugged.
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Mid-January, 76AD
Saturnalia had come and gone with the fresh winter winds that whipped about the city. Although it didn't get nearly as cold as Britannia here, Longinus' body was unused to the cold after a summer spent outdoors, basking in the heat of Italia and Greece. The hypocaust was at full steam (literally) for the occasion and the paterfamilias Longinus had spent the early afternoon chivvying slaves to make his domus look presentable. It was an odd place; half-decorated in his late wife's style, a quarter under the influence of his mother with her love for garish frescos and vivid mosaics, and the rest was left up to his tastes. Tastes which bordered on the downright odd. A British battle axe on the wall in one room, some pottery he'd found en route back via Gaul in another. It was an eclectic place that had none of the polish of other Senators and Patricians his rank, but it indubitably suited him.
The slaves had done their work admirably though and it was at least tidy. After he'd waved his mother goodbye (thank the Gods) to spend the late afternoon and evening with his cousin Lepidus, Cassia his daughter going with her, Longinus was left alone with the slaves. He didn't know why he felt nervous, he'd come to his decision without much fanfare after a disappointing few months looking into the impossibility of adoption, and unsuccessfully musing over other eligible women. Maybe he was nervous because of the family? They didn't have the best reputation around, and his mother had curtly reminded him as she departed that Tertius - who'd seemed at least affable, and nice enough - had recently had a bastard born son by a slave, a son whom he'd recognised. Longinus had resisted the urge to tug at the neckline of his tunic at the remark, given he'd been in the same situation some months ago with Sestia, although that was a secret he'd take to his grave.
He'd invited both Tertius and his eldest brother here today though, and perhaps that was why he felt oddly ill at ease. He found Tertius pleasant enough but his brothers reputation preceded him. Unfortunately for Longinus, his plan required the paterfamilias and that meant Secundus himself. He hoped Tertius could temper him a little though, hence the dual invitations. Poor Longinus wasn't to know of the discord between the brothers.
A slave disturbed his thoughts and announced one of the brothers was here. "Yes, but which one?" He asked with a frown and the slave girl merely sighed and shrugged, "I don't know domine, he's tall, dark haired..." Longinus had to suppress a chuckle, "Yes dear Merula, that's very helpful." He shooed her away with a wave of his hand and jumped to his feet from where he'd been sat in the garden. Bounding through the house with his customary energy, he drew to the atrium and slapped on a wide grin he didn't quite feel. "Welcome!"
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Deals to be done
Started by Lucius Cassius Longinus ·
Mid-January, 76AD
Saturnalia had come and gone with the fresh winter winds that whipped about the city. Although it didn't get nearly as cold as Britannia here, Longinus' body was unused to the cold after a summer spent outdoors, basking in the heat of Italia and Greece. The hypocaust was at full steam (literally) for the occasion and the paterfamilias Longinus had spent the early afternoon chivvying slaves to make his domus look presentable. It was an odd place; half-decorated in his late wife's style, a quarter under the influence of his mother with her love for garish frescos and vivid mosaics, and the rest was left up to his tastes. Tastes which bordered on the downright odd. A British battle axe on the wall in one room, some pottery he'd found en route back via Gaul in another. It was an eclectic place that had none of the polish of other Senators and Patricians his rank, but it indubitably suited him.
The slaves had done their work admirably though and it was at least tidy. After he'd waved his mother goodbye (thank the Gods) to spend the late afternoon and evening with his cousin Lepidus, Cassia his daughter going with her, Longinus was left alone with the slaves. He didn't know why he felt nervous, he'd come to his decision without much fanfare after a disappointing few months looking into the impossibility of adoption, and unsuccessfully musing over other eligible women. Maybe he was nervous because of the family? They didn't have the best reputation around, and his mother had curtly reminded him as she departed that Tertius - who'd seemed at least affable, and nice enough - had recently had a bastard born son by a slave, a son whom he'd recognised. Longinus had resisted the urge to tug at the neckline of his tunic at the remark, given he'd been in the same situation some months ago with Sestia, although that was a secret he'd take to his grave.
He'd invited both Tertius and his eldest brother here today though, and perhaps that was why he felt oddly ill at ease. He found Tertius pleasant enough but his brothers reputation preceded him. Unfortunately for Longinus, his plan required the paterfamilias and that meant Secundus himself. He hoped Tertius could temper him a little though, hence the dual invitations. Poor Longinus wasn't to know of the discord between the brothers.
A slave disturbed his thoughts and announced one of the brothers was here. "Yes, but which one?" He asked with a frown and the slave girl merely sighed and shrugged, "I don't know domine, he's tall, dark haired..." Longinus had to suppress a chuckle, "Yes dear Merula, that's very helpful." He shooed her away with a wave of his hand and jumped to his feet from where he'd been sat in the garden. Bounding through the house with his customary energy, he drew to the atrium and slapped on a wide grin he didn't quite feel. "Welcome!"
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Raise your glass
Started by Titus Sulpicius Rufus ·
6th of October, 75 AD
Given the tragedy brought on by the earthquake only a few months earlier, Titus didn't quite feel right celebrating his birthday with huge festivities or partying from dusk to dawn - besides, this was no milestone year, just the passage of time signalling that he had officially grown older. The previous day - the actual day of - had been spent with family, featuring a relaxed and pleasurable evening with far too much food including Betua's mouthwateringly good placenta cake, and only a tiny hiccough when Valeriana loudly and vehemently expressed how unfair it was that she received no gifts, skilfully ignoring the fact that it wasn't her birthday for that to happen.
Tonight's celebration was simple as well, though less child-friendly. Going out for drinks with friends was also very agreeable, even more so when they had a decent-sized chamber and an own dedicated servant all to themselves. Drinking alone was no fun, though, even when it was Falernian and Caecuban, and Titus busied himself with deciphering the multitude of humorous scrawls on the walls and snacking on bread and olives before the others arrived - his stomach would thank him later.
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A Morning Visitation
Started by Lucius Cassius Longinus ·
Late July, 75AD
Longinus stifled a yawn behind his palm, and tried to ignore the disparaging look the slave waiting with him, shot in his direction. He hadn't spoken to Claudia Corinthia much besides passing pleasantries before her retreat to Greece, and the infamous Imperial Banquet - the memory of which still brought a smile to his lips. Poor Lucius. Yet, even if they weren't friends (barely acquaintances really), it was good to be polite and he had so few connections in Greece that it would appear odd if he didn't reach out to them whilst he was here on his 'holiday'. Besides, he was hoping the news of his failed engagement hadn't reached these corners of the Empire, and he could have a conversation on something other than his miserable love life, and he had an invitation to extend to the small soiree he was due to host.
He'd dressed for the occasion - in respect of her rank and standing - in a light blue tunic with a darker blue pallium. He'd even shaved for the occasion! Although his hair was probably still too long to be considered proper and every so often he had to run his hand through it to push it out of his forehead. The finery he had arrayed himself in and the grandeur of the villa made him feel...oddly constricted, and he couldn't help fidgeting. The slave shot him another withering look and Longinus arched a brow, which quietened him down and the man reverted his eyes to the floor. He might serve his mistress, but Longinus was still a patrician and a decorated legate at that.
He was a man, however, with boundless energy and waiting and waiting and waiting to be admitted was beginning to grate on him. When a flurry of activity at the other end of the atrium signalled something was happening, he felt himself relax, and a broad, buoyant grin spread on his face. The lady approached and he inclined his head in respect. "Claudia," His grin filled out, "A pleasure as always - thank you for seeing me, I was going slightly out of my mind in boredom with so few friends in Greece!"
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Party People
Started by Lucius Cassius Longinus ·
Late August, 75AD
Longinus was mulling. He didn't like these sort of parties at the best of times, but certainly not since his return from Greece where the news of his failed engagement was less fresh than before, but still simmered beneath the surface. He saw the pitying looks from friends, the preying glances from unmarried girls and the scornful look of the married matrons that milled through the party. So he'd retreated, as he often did in these instances, outside. It allowed him the fresh air he needed on these hot summer evenings, and a chance to stretch his legs. It also gave him space from the other party goers. Bliss.
The sound of music and chatter and laughter filtered from the triclinium through into the garden and he sat on the bench, kicking stones with his sandalled feet. He'd made the effort tonight at least, given he knew Titus and or Aulus would comment if he didn't. Fairly clean shaven (with his perennial stubble not budging...), and cut hair at least. He'd dressed in one of his more formal blue tunic and pallium, but despite dressing the part, he didn't feel ay real mood to party. He continued to kick rocks as the laughter intensified and a couple came into the garden to join him, taking a seat on another bench with giggles - utterly unaware, or uncaring, that he was sat only a few feet away.
Another figure drew out into the garden and he glanced up, hoping it was one of his friends and not another stranger. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, but he tried to effect a polite smile on his face.
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On Tour
Started by Lucius Cassius Longinus ·
Mid July, 75AD, Port of Piraeus
Longinus disembarked the boat with a grumble. The crossing hadn't been bad but it had been irritatingly long. He hadn't been to Greece since he was a boy, and the ten day journey - down the coast of Italia and then through the mare nostrum into Greece had been mind-numbing. For a man that had too much energy at the best of times, being contained to a small boat was torturous. At least he didn't suffer from the sea sickness as Titus did. Small mercies.
Now they were in Greece, it...was not what he had imagined. Where were all the grand buildings and beauty that the writers wrote about? All he saw was a fleet of ships, warehouses and the pungent smell of fishing vessels that turned his stomach. He glanced at Attis, displeasure in his eyes. "This is a shithole. If it wasn't another ten days to get back, I'd suggest we get back on the boat." His mood had barely lifted in the few weeks he had been back from Formiae in Rome, and whilst he was no longer cocooned in the depression he had been, that depression had been replaced by bouts of anger and snappiness. Poor Attis.
This trip to Greece had supposed to be with his wife, before their child was born. Instead, it was with his faithful body slave. He liked Attis, a tremendous amount, but it wasn't comparable. His mother had nonetheless urged him to still go, suggesting that the fresh air and change of scenery would lift his spirits (and keep him out of her, and Cassia's hair). He looked around at the slaves unloading baggage and then back to Attis. "How far to Athens?" They'd need to get horses, and then find somewhere to stay. In typical Longinus fashion, he hadn't even considered renting a house, musing that he'd strike lucky once he was here. But if this was all that Greece had to offer, then perhaps he was mistaken.
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Andrasta's Fury
Started by Echo ·
70CE
Annis groaned as she woke up, her wounds a dull ache. Her head pounded - had she been struck in the head during the battle? The memories of the battle were fleeting, scattered around her mind like a flock of birds. She remembered the emotions though - adrenaline-charged fury, coupled with the effect her woad paint had on her, and then the fear as she realized how badly outnumbered they were. Her flight through the trees, her eventual capture. Where did that leave her? Oh yes. In a cell in the very outpost she and her resistance group had tried to overthrow. She sighed. It was only a matter of time before this happened, captured, perhaps to be killed. Come what may, she wouldn't go quietly. Her warrior spirit wouldn't allow it.
Eventually, her head stopped hurting so bad, and she tried to sit up to gauge her surroundings. It was a small cell, dingy lighting, somewhere without windows. She couldn't sit up very well, though - she had a cut across her stomach that thankfully hadn't spilled her insides, but was still not comfortable. Plus, her arms and hands were covered with injuries as well, and therefore couldn't support much weight. She lay back down, until a moment later, she heard a door opening. Who was this, now? She tried to keep her face neutral. Andrasta protect her.
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Coming home
Started by Liv ·
Formiae, late June 75 AD
After close to three days on horseback, Titus would have been lying if he said he didn't fancy a nice long walk to stretch his legs, and maybe even a massage. Attis had kept pace surprisingly well and without much complaining, or perhaps he had complained but Titus was riding too far ahead to hear it. His shoddy hearing helped with that, too - blessings in disguise, such were the gods' mysterious ways.
The villa in Formiae was very nicely kept, and not a thing seemed to be out of its proper place - testament that the master did not live there full time, as its current state would have been impossible to maintain had that been the case. The slaves, on the other hand, seemed displeased that yet more visitors had come to disturb their existence with even more needs to be attended to.
Ignoring the doorkeeper's repeated excuses that his dominus was unavailable, Titus gave the man a look that could have made a legionary wet himself and brushed him aside to walk past, not bothering to wait for his friend's body slave to explain the situation to the doorkeeper. Attis could stay behind and elucidate the other slave or he could follow and help find his master quicker.
"Longinus!" he called out as he made his way to the atrium, ignoring the scandalised glances some slaves shot him. Good thing most villas had a very similar layout. "I'm here to return Attis to you, I can't stand him anymore!" And find out what in Jupiter's name has got into you.
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End of a Chapter
Started by Sara ·
10th June, 75AD
TW: miscarriage
Longinus sat in silence on the beach, down the cliffside path from his villa just outside of Formiae. It was deserted, even at this time of year by virtue of the setting sun which cast long shadows over the sand and reflected off the water. The villa itself was no more populated with a skeleton staff of people he had forgot he even employed; a girl to cook in the kitchen and a few odd-job slaves that crept around him with thinly veiled annoyance in their eyes that their dominus was suddenly intruding on the peace and serenity of having run of a patrician's villa without oversight. He'd left everybody else behind in Rome; Vitus his secretary had been left with instructions not to disturb him for anything (save the health of his mother or daughter). Attis was still at Titus', despite the fact the morning he had found out he had been due to go over and collect him. He couldn't face his body slave's smirks or even worse his concern or gods forbid his pity. His mother and daughter were left with run of the domus, and all of his other attendants were left behind. He needed to be alone.
It had happened so quickly Longinus only now had time to breathe. On the morning of the 23rd of May he had received a flustered, tear-stricken slave girl into his house who breathlessly informed him that her domina, his betrothed was on a ship bound for Carthage - escorted by her fathers men. Abandoning his trip to collect Attis, he instead had, without a moment's thought, taken a horse to Ostia, only to find out the ship had sailed at first light and was long gone by now. The rest of the day had been spent trying to barter passage on a ship to follow it, and it was only the insistence of his mother - finally - late that night, that made him relent. He would wait, he thought, to find out exactly what had happened. He would wait to be summoned by her father, and then make his amends in the proper, dignified fashion.
The letter he received on the 30th of May, the day before his wedding - when all the preparations were set, when nobody had been informed that anything was awry - was almost unbelievable. The graffiti that had gone up around the city - that he'd seen and largely ignored - had been sighted by those close to the Proconsul of Africa. He had sent his men, as quickly as good winds would allow, to collect his daughter and her sons - sweep them back into his aggressive, controlling arms. Yet that was not the worst of it. She didn't describe what happened, or how it happened, but the child was gone. Miscarried, lost forever. Gone. With no ties to him now, and her fathers rage, she - the woman he had been due to marry tomorrow had signed the letter;
The last few weeks, months had given me more pleasure or happiness than I ever thought to experience. But it is not enough. I see the folly in thinking I could have so much, for ignoring my father, for ignoring my duties as a mother and as a widow. I was wrong. Please do not come here, please do not write back Lucius. This is over - even if it is not the way we ever envisaged it to end. My children - those still with me - must come first, and I can no longer tarnish their reputations via my actions. I am sorry. Goodbye. Sestia.
Throughout his life he had experienced loss - as many do. His father, his mentor and friend, his men in war and in peacetime, his wife and now his betrothed and his child - who the Gods never even allowed to draw a breath. Yet the sting of this loss was so acute he could not cope. Not this time. He had packed that night and instructed Vitus to send messages to his friends on his behalf, saying merely that the wedding was cancelled and the engagement broken off. Should anybody pry, the reason was that the dowry could not be agreed. It was something simple - clean and neat that expunged them both of the dirtiness that had befallen them. He had left for Formiae the next morning after a brief, cold farewell to his mother and a challenging goodbye to his daughter. He did not know when he'd return. What was left for him in Rome now to bring him back? A daughter that barely knew him? A mother that was content to live her life as she'd always done in his absences? Friends, of course, but they would move on. It wasn't as if he had a great desire for politics or glory. No. He'd be better off in Formaie he thought.
So there he sat, on the waters edge. The wine he had drowned himself in that evening gave him pleasant, muddled sort of thoughts. It took the edge off of the wound that stung like a British axe to his chest. He cried. He didn't know the last time, certainly couldn't remember the last time he had cried but there he sat, sobbing into his hands. In the space of two weeks he had gone from a man of ambition; a decorated thrice-serving legate seeking a praetorship with a beautiful woman whom he loved (he begrudgingly admitted) about to be his wife, with a child on the way, to a man sat sobbing in the sand, alone.
He wondered if the Gods were laughing or sobbing with him.
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Boys Night
Started by Sara ·
Nones of May 75AD
Longinus sat drumming his fingers against the rim of his wine cup, occasionally glancing at the door. What he enjoyed most, of course, about the Poppina Via Lata was the two-building scheme. The night would start here, in the building reserved for Rome's upper echelons before descending into the depravity with the plebs and the slaves next door. He took a sip and resumed his drumming, waiting for both Titus and Aulus, nerves eating into the pit of his stomach. Judging by the surprised reaction in their letters neither of them were none the wiser as to the true (at least initial) motivation behind the wedding which was a relief.
He'd carefully considered what he'd say and it largely centred on; not being sixteen anymore so knowing what he wanted; that he likes and admires Sestia; he's not getting much younger and needs a son, and well...it is him. Longinus was certainly never a man that could be considered entirely conventional. He did hope to brush the whole 'permission from her father' under the rug as much as possible, but his friends were astute men and would likely ask. He just hoped he'd come up with something convincing on the spot to explain it, because so far his mind was coming up decidedly empty.
His attention was caught by a shadow blocking his path and he glanced up from his thoughts to the face of his friend. A wide, beaming smile crossed his face as he embraced the man.
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Given it was by far not the usual way these sorts of things were done; there was no formal betrothal ceremony, no exchange of contracts, not even an inkling that such a thing was happening - really - Longinus felt it imperative that word got out on his own terms. But not to everybody. After a fairly frantic exchange with his mother, the man set down to put ink to papyri and drafted a series of letters. The first were for his cousins (the only other remaining Cassii-Longini) Lepidus and Cassia. Then came one to his old friend, and former mentee Silanus all the way in Greece - lightly alluding to the fact that he might well be visiting in person (there had to be some benefit to sailing all the way to Carthage, and a roundabout stop on the way back to see Lucius was a silver lining).
The final few were for his friends. Amongst those he composed two to his two closest friends. They were very similar (he was not a man to dally with correspondence any longer than necessary, and thus copied out most of the first letter into the second), albeit there were amusing differences in tone - far more jocular with Titus, and far more reserved with Aulus.
They were delivered to May the 4th, two days after the engagement by his Secretary who muttered and swore as he trekked over the city in the May sun.
To Titus Sulpicius Rufus from his friend, Lucius Cassius Longinus. Greetings!
I thought I'd drop you a note to a) enquire about how Attis is getting on, b) to inform you I'm getting married and c) ask if you are free for a drink next week?
I suspect your eagle eye will have picked out the second point as the most interesting (although I do wish to hear about Attis and whether he still has all his fingers), and I'm pleased to say that Sestia Vaticana and I are to marry on the 1st of June given it's auspicious date. I believe you know the lady in question - she only had positive things to say about you - which I have corrected, don't worry.
It'll be a small affair in the city, but obviously I would be delighted if Valeria and yourself save the date and make yourselves available.
I've also sent a very similar note to our good friend Aulus, and in said note have asked if he is free on the nones for a drink or two. As always, I expect you have no plans of any consequence, or no plans you cannot cancel to ensure you can come for a drink with a soon-to-be married man. We could slum it in the Poppina Via Lata?
Your friend,
Longinus.
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To Aulus Calpurnius Praetextatus from his friend, Lucius Cassius Longinus. Greetings!
I'm writing for a dual purpose today, to a) ask if you are free for a drink next week? b) to inform you I'm getting married.
I suspect your eagle eye will have picked out the second point as the most interesting, and I'm pleased to say that Sestia Vaticana and I are to marry on the 1st of June given it's auspicious date. She mentioned yourself and Horatia met her at the Games not so long ago - I trust you approve?
It'll be a small affair in the city, but obviously I would be delighted if Horatia and yourself save the date and make yourselves available.
I've also sent a very similar note to our good friend Titus, and in said note have asked if he is free on the nones for a drink or two. We could slum it in the Poppina Via Lata?
Your friend,
Longinus.
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