5/31/2023 0 Comments Fgo gaius julius caesar![]() The Gallic king, Vercingetorix, led an alliance against Caesar at the Battle of Alessia, where Caesar held off the Gallic relief force that he stated was four times the size of his own (though modern historians put the relief force at slightly larger than Caesar’s) through makeshift fortifications. Julius Caesar likewise, prior to crossing the Rubicon, had been leading a victorious campaign against the Gauls up north in modern-day France. gaius julius is the very embodiment of all your father had warned you about, a vessel of the depravities to be found in men and politicians alike. his character, his immorality, his utter contempt for the values that uphold rome herself all render him your enemy. a single look at him and you can see the determination that holds his spine upright, the bloodthirstiness that shines in his eyes, the desire-the need, like a starving beggar feasts upon a rat in the streets-for vengeance that hangs like a noose around his throat. you should hate him-and part of you genuinely, truly does-he is the antithesis to every republican value that has been instilled in you by your father he seeks power and power alone, and cares not how it is acquired or maintained. he is a dictator who has not yet been crowned. ![]() no matter how charming, how wholly captivating he is, he is a liberator. that desire needs purging it will only corrupt your mind and your senses if you allow it to remain, to grow roots, to burrow into you until it’s spread beneath your skin and behind your bones and into your blood, where it will begin to rot and fester until you have decayed fully from the inside out. with a long, steady exhale, your gaze finds the canopy again. You squeeze your eyes shut tight until colours begin to paint themselves across the insides of your eyelids in the smallest, most intangible fresco imaginable. you want to unravel every fibre that was woven together in the womb to beget gaius julius. with his dark hair of umber silk and strong, sharp features, you find in him what you imagine could be the likeness of some long-dead king of antiquity. he is smooth lines, softened marble, a velvet voice he is a monument to divinity. full lips like blooming peonies curl upwards, as though he possesses knowledge uniquely his and derives a certain pleasure from it. guarded, near-bottomless eyes the colour of onyx-at least here, beneath the indigo fabric stretched across the sky-captivate you held in their rapture, you are seen, laid bare, stripped to your most vulnerable state. gaius is the kind of handsome that draws you in slowly, like a lure hooking itself into your eye and reeling you in. for a moment, dusky through the fog of indulgence, you let yourself admire him. the wine warms where it falls in your belly, pleasantly twisting about. without hesitation he drinks, eyes never once leaving your own.
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