Home is Where the Heart Is

[Pietros]

Pietros was equal parts excited and nervous. He'd fallen in love with Barca, and it thrilled him to learn the Dominus had agreed to give Pietros to the one he loved, at Barca's request. But that also meant leaving the comforts of the house for the ludus. He'd been working primarily among the gladiators for some time, but living with them was another level. They were rough and often cruel, and Pietros knew that when Barca was around, he would be safe. But Barca would not always be around.

So he waited until the end of the day, when he knew Melitta would be allowed to retire to the ludus, at least temporarily, to be with Oenomaus. He didn't wish to keep her from him, but he would not dare attempt to have a personal conversation while she was attending the Domina. He waited to see her leaving the villa, and sprinted over to her, unable to keep from smiling at the idea of sharing his news with his friend. "Melitta," he said, getting her attention as he made his way over. "Do you have moment to spare?"

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[Melitta]

Some acts cannot be avoided

when stripped of choice or clothes.

T

he day had been long. But then, when was it not. The main comfort she felt was the knowledge of being able to spend some time in her husband's arms. It was perhaps the only time she felt truly safe in this life of uncertainty. She had witnessed first hand how quickly things could change; and every day was spent walking on eggshells.

Yet, she could not complain. She had a far better life as a slave than most others, even compared to outside the house of Batiatus. As she made her way from the villa, Pietros approached her and he was met with an immediate smile. A contagious expression originated from his own as he looked overjoyed. "I always do for you," she told him warmly, her smile unwavering. As it appeared his own shared the same consistency. "You seem rather pleased," she pointed out, an affectionate tease in her voice. "May I inquire as to the cause so that joy may be shared?" Pietros was a dear friend of hers, and anything that made him smile as such, warmed Melitta's heart.

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notes: first Melitta post!!

We do what we must in this house.

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