Take Life easy and Know love True

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus blinked when pushed into fucking sun, and fought grin. They would force him to learn to fight, yet held no fear of death. The days had been hard, yet bore fruit. He now had brand on arm and was saw as one of them. The Dominus held no favor for Gannicus and for that the attentions of Doctore were always upon him. They did not like him, but Gannicus held no care. After many hours under sun, one sword cut across chest, cleaving open wound, and lesson well learned. The Doctore told him to go to the medicus. Following command grew easier when you had no care--and injury to spur you. Upon entering the room Gannicus saw her. A girl with dark hair and a face that gave him pause. "I have died, and Venus greets me in the afterlife," he spoke with wide grin upon face. Stepping closer he pretended weakness, "Medicus I had wounds all over that need tender touch." He gave doubt that she was thus, knowing she must be house slave on errand. There was no path that would allow a house with order like this to have such a pretty girl tend such ruthless men. He wanted to touch her but did not want to cause her fright or attend attentions of the whip. Instead he just stood there while unable to look away.

^{TAG Melitta}

[Melitta]

Some acts cannot be avoided

when stripped of choice or clothes.

M

elitta had been tasked with going to the Medicus to replenish supplies. She was trusted among her Domina, and thus moved more freely in the house than most others. Her position a body slave to her, one recently appointed. It was as much of an honor as a house slave could achieve and certainly aided in comfortable lifestyle with her low ranking position in society. Perhaps the greatest relief, was promise of her preservation. She had seen so many others used for the pleasure of another . . . Melitta would apparently not be among them.

And for this, she felt gratitude toward her Domina. Which only reinforced her desire to please her by dutifully completing each given task. As she began to put away supplies a man entered, causing Melitta to turn her head and look at him, his words drawing more attention to his presence. She knew him not more than a passing face among the other gladiators. Her interactions with the men was fairly limited. Though not without complete knowledge. She turned her head away when he complimented her, managing not to show a blush to her cheeks, though she wasn't entirely certain she was even flattered by the words. He noticed from the corner of her eye his clearly injured state, then referring to her as medicus. That, was a mistake she could quickly rectify.

"You are mistaken," she told him, not making eye contact. "In all  thoughts." Thinking to be in the afterlife, comparing her to Venus, thinking she was the medicus . . . and hinting that she would be the one offering tender touch. She turned her head to casually look at him. "Lay down," she instructed, referring to the bed for patients. "And find tender touch met . . . " Almost as if a tease though there was no jest in her voice. "By hands of true medicus," she finished. "He comes presently." With that, she turned her head away again to focus on restocking the supplies. She could not have her gaze linger on the man, concerned with what natural instinct a woman could reveal when gazing at a highly well formed individual.

tag: Gannicus
notes: first Melitta post!!

We do what we must in this house.

crafted by Molly Josephine ☁

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus put hand to heart and grinned, mocking as if she had wounded him. "Honest your words are," he began, "For Venus herself would not tent to mortal men." Her voice was soft, unlike the fucks of the ludus. He enjoyed the sound of it. "I will risk death then--" he knew, that they both knew he was not near death, "--and obey the goddess commands of me." Though his tone said jest, she was in truth the most beautiful thing he had seen. He move to lie down, but gave pause, a grin still on his lips. "You are in hurry to have me on my back." He jested, "You like your men thus? On their backs?" He could tell she was not a common house slave by her freedom here. She was trusted to move about. It made her even more forbidden for his touch--and made him want to touch all the more. He did not lie back, but rather leaned on the bed to watch her. "If I am for afterlife, give me the name of the form you take Venus. For I would know the name of my lips as I die . . . . since you will not tend me." He laughed a bit at his joke, hoping she'd turn and talk to him. "At least pause a moment, and give comfort of words spoken while waiting."

^{TAG Melitta}