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[Gannicus]

god of the arena Word spread with all haste. Rebellion. The house of Batiatus had fallen to slave uprising. Melitta. It spurred Gannicus to abandon endeavors and move toward Capua with haste. He learned much along way. Of who this Spartacus was, and why he lead rebellion. Fools! One man lost wife and would lead the rest to death to honor dead memory? Gannicus did not know what he would have done in place, should Melitta had dead, but he would not have let it affect so many. Not have lead so many to certain death. It took weeks to get to city, and longer to find trace of rebellion. The city knew his face too much for him to be unseen. Yet rumors of the slaves exiting the city had spread, when attack on mines happened. Among the caught where former brothers. Gannicus volunteered to send them to the afterlife 'for considerable coin' with intentions to ask after her before sending men to death. Yet it would not be needed. They burned down the fucking arena. Helping carry men back, he did so to seek her out. They lead him toward the old temple at base of mountain. Upon entering, he heard many repeat his name. He had trained and fought with many but all knew his name. He could see more then just the ones from the house of Batiatus here. Everyone here would fall to Rome. Everyone but her, for he would see her far beyond their grasp. As soon as she could be ready to travel he would take her from here. His eyes moved over the people looking for a single face in the ones here.

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[Melitta]

Some acts cannot be avoided

when stripped of choice or clothes.

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elitta was no warrior. Her involvement in the Rebellion had been an act of conscience, for those who suffered every day within the house of Batiatus. Hearing the revelation fo Barca, of how they dishonored others . . . placed her loyalty into question. She was often content with her Domina, having been rewarded for her services by high position of body slave. But everything was thrown into question with secrets and truths began to revela themselves. It was why she had agreed to help. They had lost some in the initial rebellion, more continued to fall, but Melitta did what she could do aid. There was yet another driving force that had her agree to be a part of this; perhaps the strongest one of all: the hope to be reunited with the man she loved.

How? She hadn't the faintest idea. It was a far fetched dream perhaps. Naive of the former slave. But it was a hope that kept her moving forward. That had her remain with Spartacus and the others. They had ventured to Capua, the arena to save those who would be executed, and Melitta aided those within the sanctuary now claimed by the rebels. Fortunate favored them upon return, and Melitta belatedly stepped outside the shelter to see if any were injured that she could help with. But all faded from sight; all ceased to exist. With the exception of one man that stood before her.

She could only stare at him in awe, wondering if her hope had finally transformed into delusion. Driving her to madness, witnessing images not really there. She slowly stepped through the crowd, somehow moving one foot in front of the other as she decended the stairs. Her heart beat faster in her chest, eyes glistening with unshed tears of emotion. Finally, she could not restrain herself any longer. Her pace hurried as she practically ran toward the man, jumping up into his arms and wrapping her own around his neck. She closed her eyes, one hand moving to the back of his head. He was real. And he was here. Suddenly, the foolish hope of a naive girl proved to be reality . . . a reality she would never let go of again.

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if this is hard to reply to! she's just i a bit of shock! hahah!

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[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus looked around the people, looking for black hair, wide eyes and a face of Venus. When he found her gaze he felt the ground turn. She moved first and it took him but moment to join her in moving toward her. He took in the sight of her, both to drink in the beauty that she was, and to look for harm done to her. When she was within grasp Ganncius pulled her small farm into his, and wrapped his larger arms around her body. Fuck the gods she felt good! Closing his eyes he blocked everything out but the feel of her. The scent of her. The sound of breath. "Are you harmed?" He asked without moving to loosen grip. He needed to know if she suffered from the bloody battle that had happened during the escape. He had heard that they killed many Romans. They would not have done so without resistance. Pulling back just enough to look at her face he found a smile there. The first in many days. "Melitta," He breathes her name, unable to do more then look at her--until he kissed her.

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