Go Home To The Girl With The Pretty Name

[Gannicus]

god of the arena The masters were away, so Gannicus used coin to buy silence and visit with Melitta. Many of these men had been friend, and after his freedom was given had shared drink. They were willing to help him seek his love for a few hours. Gannicus waited in a storage room for her to join him, hidden in case another came buy that would value the information. He had traveled far and earn much coin. He hoped it would be enough to see her from bondage. Batiauts was desperate for coin. It left Gannicus uncertain as to if this would give aid too cause or raise price beyond his ability. When she entered, Gannicus wasted no time in stepping forward to pull her into embrace. His larger hands still fit over her face perfectly and his lips found hers. He would not waste what time they were given. He needed her to give him advice on Batiatus but he could not stop from holding her once again. He had been gone for many months and had thought of her every night. With her in arms he felt hope within grasp.

^{TAG Melitta}

[Melitta]

Some acts cannot be avoided

when stripped of choice or clothes.

T

he house of Batiatus had become a darker place since the departure of her love. The days went by, absent of Melitta's heart for it had gone with the man when he won his freedom in the arena. She was happy for him, to be given the liberty of servitude. At the same time, she longed for him. Never before had she questioned a life outside the walls with so much want. But now, she couldn't help but think of what it would be like, to live freely with him. To have a home with him. To marry him. To not fear every day of never seeing him again, or being given to another. The days were slow, but somehow months went by. Uneventfully.

 Until the day came where it was brought to Melitta through trusted voice that Gannicus was here. She waited only but a moment to regain sense over this news that threatened to make her heart explode within chest. The timing was perfect, with both masters away. But then, perhaps Gannicus planned it that way. He was certainly intelligent enough to do so. Melitta did not bother with thinking such things; she was of one mind. Hurrying toward the appointed location, she entered to see Gannicus.

Words not exchanged for their lips were soon consumed with each others. Melitta instantly returned the embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. It was as if with one simple touch, he was able to breathe life back into her. Eventually easing out of the kiss, Melitta slowly opened her eyes to look at him, taking in the sight of him; a presence she had missed for so long. Her hand moved to the back of his head, while the other fell to his shoulder, casually resting upon it.  "The gods finally answer my prayers," she told him, before leaning forward for another passionate kiss.

tag: Gannicus
notes:

We do what we must in this house.

crafted by Molly Josephine ☁

[Gannicus]

god of the arena She told him, in her honeyed voice, that her prayers had been answered. Gannicus did not hold that in agreement, for it was she that was the answer. He had long thought of her touch, and missed having her near. "It is you who are in answer." He told her, kissing her lips once again. His chest felt tight and the knowledge that a parting was coming made the joy of the moment bitter as well as sweet. "There has not been a moment that you were not in thoughts, or a night you were not in dreams." He had missed her. Turning her to press her to wall, Gannicus took another lingering kiss before getting to point. "I have come for you, Melitta." To buy her from slavery and to free her. He had done everything in power to earn coin and spent little. None on drink or cunt, for each drink would place her further away and no woman held a candle to her. "To take you far from Roman grip, and shackle."

^{TAG Melitta}