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  1. JOAQUÍN Gaia Lupa - HERE (She wasn't listed) Valeria Flacca - HERE Hector - HERE
  2. Setting aside her own travel preparations – namely packing enough costumes to decorate the Roman legions, Valeria had made certain the younger children were preoccupied one way or another while she had her guest, but Flacca was intended to arrive later for a brief introduction, though Valeria hadn’t yet made mention of that to Clio. As a writer, Valeria wanted Flacca to know and hopefully associate with a writer closer to her own age in hopes of lighting and cultivating that fire for writing in her own daughter. The day was humid and the heat almost suffocating and staying in the shadowy indoo
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    “Very true, it is most understandable,” Valeria answered sympathetically as Pinaria made mention of her late husband and while she would have liked to have offered her condolences, she wondered if the other woman had grown tired of hearing the same empty expressions of pity. Valeria had enough years under her stola since the loss of her brother. There had never been a body to give a sense of closure, but the clumsy good intentions of others never helped bring closure instead they drew-out what was already painful. Although, the memory of her father hiring professional mourners to wail at the f
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    Itera Thomas Coquus

    In contrast to Titus, Valeria was enjoying herself. On the boat, the hot day had grown slightly cooler as the wind out on the water almost seemed to take on a life of its own. The boat bobbed up and down with the arrival of every rise in the water that had appeared more serene on land as it shimmered and sparkled beneath the sun. Valeria was filled with a sense of adventure, the same that she had felt initially when she was met with the scenic Dacian country of deep forest and slopping mountains. From the beginning, she fully embraced the wild sea as the wind had begun to unravel and undo the
  5. After her short-lived retching, Gaia felt immediate dread wash over her that her brother might take out his disgust or irritation on her and if not in that moment, then later as he was never one to forget anything. Her body was shaking as if she were out in the cold and her hands rose to meet Spurius’s arm as he pulled her closer in his direction protectively. It was him that was comforting her rather than the other way around as it should have been. Even though, Titus had expressed for a second time what he wanted, Gaia still worried for both Spurius and Titus, the two other women, and hersel
  6. Aurelia had audacity. While they had once been companions in their youth, their choices had led them along very different paths and that no longer lent her the same permissions to speak so familiarly about her husband as she had – or even to bring up her own deceased so pitilessly. Had it perhaps been Horatia, Valeria might have laughed as Valeria enjoyed a little vulgarity and mockery sprinkled like seasoning into her life. But with Aurelia, it was uncomfortable and awkward, especially with her reputation in mind. It, of course, had nothing to do with her nether regions which probably looked
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    Gossip Girls

    Valeria’s feet crossed the warm floor of the tepidarium as her eyes crossed to the older women that Horatia referenced with a smile tugging at the corner of lips in amusement. They were deep in their conversation. Their expressions, the shake of their heads, and occasionally audible “oh, nooo” made clear how much they enjoyed feeding off one another’s energy as they shared the confused details of some scandalous occurrence or other. “I’m already lamenting the middle-age beauties. Everything has begun to sag,” Valeria jested with a loud laugh that made a few heads turn and a solitary distant tu
  8. When Spurius appeared, Gaia felt herself lift up with a breath of relief and she could not help but want to hold him, returning his concern for her with the same as she placed a hand on his cheek and haphazardly moved her hands down to his shoulders, here and there carefully to see that he was not harmed while moving through the Elysium. They were joined by two half-clad slave-women who squeezed themselves under the table, shrieking in a way that tempted that primal level of fear to come out by those around to hear it. They looked fear-stricken, one of the two sobbing uncontrollably with the o
  9. When Titus beckoned her over, Gaia slid down from Gnaeus’s knee and crossed the floor on eager feet towards him to greet him into a light embrace. She often stood on the periphery, watching her brother together, when she was not scrubbing the strainers, bronze pans, or discus in water that she had collected by bucket and carried into the domus but between the two of them, Titus was the one who would humour her with a game of hide-and-seek. On the other hand, Gnaeus rarely ever did, it was why his game of horse was read like a treat. From his face, he did not appear happy suddenly. Gaia he
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    It seemed other families in Rome had the same idea to make use of the summer weather to see the races. “Oh, yes, this is all of us, but I haven’t been counting,” Valeria joked with the shrug of her shoulder, while her son impatiently turned around to stare at the Circus Maximus in youthful longing. The magic of the races just a few paces away, but his mother was an obstacle. “Valeriana, Flacca, Publius, say hello to Pinaria,” she instructed. Valeriana was the first to greet the woman, followed by Flacca, and Publius’s lifeless and sombre ‘good-day’ followed. “I have been well, thank you,”
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    Gossip Girls

    “Poor little pear,” Valeria offered with a sympathetic tut. She was a late bloomer, but it still felt as if it were a wave good-bye to the carefreeness of childhood and a welcoming gift into the pains of adulthood. “Sulpicia had a prior engagement with a girl friend of hers, unfortunately.” That was Valeria’s go-to answer whenever she did not feel like diving into a ‘well, my adolescent daughter is going through one of her inexplicably strange moods and it’s best not to take her out of the house’. Besides, it was freeing to be her own person without having to stop and remember ‘did I feed the
  12. “Oh, I will be,” Hector promised Tertius, half-swooning because of his master’s show of concern. Tertius could drop a pin and it would give Hector the breath of life. The slave then vanished back into the domus with the kind of bravery that only a narcissist could have. Underneath his bare feet, he could feel the ground quivering still, as if Terra Mater had a change of mind after a morning quickie and decided to prolong her waves of pleasure. Inside the domus was quiet and devoid of the other slaves that were usually scuttling around like vermin. As Hector headed towards the kitchens for a cl
  13. If it had not been this situation, the blend of Titus’s serious tone and the quote of her writing might have made Valeria crack and break her silence with a loud, drawn-out snort as she bit back her laughter. It did not elude her either that his reaction compared to what it could have been was rather mild and gods, he deserved credit: he was trying to place himself into his wife’s head. Giant, purple, veiny cocks. “Fuck, no,” she answered truthfully, however. Did he think she wanted to suffocate between a hefty pair of buttocks as well? “It’s all really in good fun. It all started with a very
  14. Gaia was out of it and under the influence, she stumbled, intoxicated, while her feet vibrated against the shaking ground and the walls around her chattered with the threats of cracking. She had not seen her brother coming, instead she had been staring out at the darkened hallway, then the next minute, she felt her body plummet towards the ground as something large and heavy collided with her. For a split second, she let out a brief, high-pitched yelp, thinking – instinctively – in that short period of time that she had been struck by a section of the wall. It did not register that it was huma
  15. If anyone was dead, it was Aurelia Phillipa. Perhaps not dead in body, but certainly to Valeria’s memory. Years had passed and usual slogging through the everyday took precedence over a friendship that met its natural end in childhood. In fact, that was what sourced all the confusion in Valeria’s face as she was embarrassed by what was now essentially an acquaintance assuming a close friendship. “I appreciate the flattery, Aurelia Phillipa, but it seems your sight has aged since the last you saw of me,” Valeria replied, though she did not know how well the other woman would receive her comment
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