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Helios was on his way home from visiting one of his patrons – one of those who preferred and paid for Helios to come to him rather than the Senator visiting the Domus Venus. And Helios was fine with that, he enjoyed the fine beds such people had, all the luxury of their homes and their slaves serving him, because the patron would often demand it. And while he appeared to just be there for the man’s pleasure, of course Helios was constantly watchful of what went on around him, who came and who left in such homes and what did the patron talk about after sex?

He was well spent though, as he walked home, late in the afternoon. Now he thought he might need a good rest in his own bed and maybe a trip to one of the baths, spending a single coin on getting a proper bathing session, and then he would get on with the job. He hadn’t been sent with any of the guards, not even lovely Calvunus or grumpy Marcus, so no one knew at what time he ought to be back. Helios supposed he could spend a little bit of time on his own. So on his way home to the brothel, he took a longer route that would lead him towards one of the public baths.

Helios had just turned around a corner, he wasn't far from the baths now... but then he found himself fronting a familiar face. Charis, wasn’t it? The young Briton slave, whose secret he sold to her master not so long ago… oh he had kind of hoped not to meet her again, ever. Fuck! And there was no way she had not seen him. He could try and pretend though, although his look of surprise might give him away.

He hurried his steps to walk past her, as if he didn’t really know who she was. Hopefully she didn’t know that he spoke to her master and hopefully her master hadn’t punished her too badly after the secret was out. Hopefully she wouldn’t even remember him. Hopefully…

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Charis breathed easily. After two weeks of pseudo house-arrest, save for her evening trips to the baths, Tertius had finally relented and allowed her to venture out of the domus alone. It had been like a nectar for her soul, even if she was only heading to the market to pick up seedlings for the garden. She hummed to herself as she walked quickly back towards the domus, an old song she’d heard in Britannia at one of her families numerous gatherings. She was distracted as she walked - but by now she had figured out the quickest, but most pleasant route to take back and unfortunately for Helios is brought her straight into his path.

She blinked, making sure it was definitely him. But his halo of golden hair was unmistakeable, as was his handsome face which she had unmistakably seen leaving her domus. The Gods were most definitely smiling on her today, and cursing poor Helios. 

As he moved to hurry past her, Charis was quicker and grabbed his wrist, dropping her bundle. “You!” she hissed, glaring at him. Despite her small size, she was furious and her eyes were filled with rage. “You little snake you are dead!” She glowered up at him, her nails digging deeply into his wrist. 

 

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Helios pretended like nothing as he strode past her, but just when he was next to her, he felt a hand wrap around his wrist and nails digging into it. He let out a little pained sound by the feeling and she was hissing at him. Calling him a snake, yet she was sounding like one. So she had recognized him and apparently her master had punished her badly enough for her to be angry with Helios. How did she guess he told her master? He hadn’t seen her at the house… and he had been careful and hurried out after he met her handsome owner.

“Charis… how… interesting to see you again...” Helios said, looking down upon the short woman. Pretty and sweet was the impression he got of her that day in the garden, but right now, she appeared to be a little bitch, not much different from the one Calvanus killed for him that fateful night. This one just had two legs instead of four…

He would just have to try and get on her good side again and find out exactly what she knew. Because he just couldn't help himself... meeting her again would most likely mean he'd soon have something to remember and tell about Tertius Quinctilius Varus. Nothing was ever so bad that you couldn’t profit from it somehow, right?

“Please let go… and we can talk… like civilized people instead of beasts.”

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"Interesting." She repeated with a glower. It was interesting, back at home she had been known for her forthright personality; fiery although not temperamental. She had always been joking, grinning, planning mischief and thinking tactically. Here...her pragmatism shone through much more, and her fiery personality was tempered by the demands of being meek and subservient. This was the first time anybody had seen Charis enraged since Britannia, and it was coming out in full force.

As he asked her to let go, she tightened her grip. "We are beasts to Romans...we Britons, remember?" She glared and breathed heavily through her nose. When she finally did shake off his hand, she moved to stand in front of him so he couldn't run (it didn't occur to her that he could push her out of the way as easily as a feather in his path). 

"You know what you did?" She looked up at him, unmoving and unwavering. She didn't even care to temper her tongue, even after what had happened. She should have been sensible and cautious in what she said to a man as duplicitous as they came, but she wasn't thinking logically. "You know what he did?" She glared up at him and took a step forward so they were close. She forgot, in her rage, her own stature and just how...unthreatening she probably looked. "Why you do it?" 

 

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She was a true little bitch, he was not wrong in thinking that. The way she spoke to him and the way she glared at him, like he was on a mission to send her to Hades and further… if she wasn’t a cute house slave, she might have turned into a fierce gladiatrix. Small, but deadly! Yet she was no gladiatrix, she was just here and clearly knew what he did. And she was pissed. And Helios, he’d just have to do all he could to get out of this unharmed.

When he said they should talk as if they were civilized, she reminded him how the Romans thought that the Britons were indeed beasts. He couldn’t help it, even in this situation, to smile a little, “But we know better, don’t we?” He asked and if she hadn’t been so upset, he would have winked, but he fought the urge and didn’t. Finally she let go and he rubbed his hand, she had been holding it pretty tightly and there were deep marks where she’d dug her nails in. That was going to hurt later! Now she blocked his path however and wondered if he knew what he’d done and if she knew what he did. Her master, he assumed. He had to bend his neck to look down upon him, such a pity she was so angry, she was also pretty and felt so warm. Pity, that.

“Why do slaves do anything? To make their own lives easier.” He said, he might as well be honest with her, “I need coin… to buy my freedom. I’m…” He inhaled a breath, naturally these words didn’t come through his lips very often, “… I’m sorry, alright? But I couldn’t not do it. It was too lucrative. What did… he do?” She was clearly walking and not bruised any visible places, so her master didn’t have her beaten. Maybe her back was all torn apart by a whip though. But he couldn’t see she was harmed in any way.

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Charis glowered up at him. "You pathetic.She said with venom in her voice. "What kind of man so weak he throw another slave to dog to save self?" Her grasp of Latin was getting better, but in moments of upset and anger she forgot the grammar that she'd learned. She did truly believe what she said though. She had been bought up in a collective culture - where your achievements were only good if they benefited those around you. It's what made her so naturally caring, even in instances where she didn't need to be - and it's what made her so ill-suited to the life of a slave! 

His apology was a poor one. It sounded as sincere as his honeyed words in the gardens - which was to say, not at all. Glaring up at him she muttered, "You sorry you got caught." And finished the sentence by mumbling expletives in her own language, 'you absolute shit.'

At his question, however, she shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. It had been two weeks but it felt as if no time had passed at all. Losing some of her nerve, she shrugged her shoulders. "What you think he did?" She asked, before tutting and turning her face away in irritation, her cheeks flushing. She wondered if it was usual punishment for unruly slaves - to be taken to bed? It hadn't been particularly  taxing physically, although mentally it was taking  its toll. She had always suspected masters would use whips and fists rather than their cocks but maybe she'd been wrong? Glancing back at him, she looked him up and down. "You owe me money. You collect gold for telling tales, I think I get some of it." She glared at him, "As sorry money for what you did...else I know where you work and you not only one that can tell stories to dominus'. You understand?" She took a step forward. She would make him realise what he had done. 

 

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