We Need More Wine

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Routine was a thing Marcus- Dominus- prided himself on. He slaves, Kore included, knew when to rise, eat, work and sleep. Though they loved one another, Kore had still been a slave in his house and to allow her to sleep in after a night together was something Crassus could not allow. Primarily due to the Domina. Kore understood his desire not to rub salt into the wound but oh how she used to long to sleep-in and dream that there were no chores to pull her from the warmth of her bed...

But dreams, when forged into reality, often disappointed. After being outed as Crassus' slave, Kore found herself in an awkward position within the camp and far too much free time. Lesser gladiators, when not otherwise used, stalked her quietly through the camp. No doubt they did so to see if she was another Caesar, another wolf slipped into the herd.

Kore sighed, inspecting the various amphora. She'd been spoiled beneath Crassus' care- she was used to good wine and searched the jars for just the right mark. Ah! There! Smiling, Kore reached for the handle at the same time as a rough hand." Apologies!" She quickly withdrew her hand." The wine is yours."

(Gannicus)

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus wasn't sure he would ever be ready to take up a position of being called a leader. He did not like the fancy plans that Spartacus and Crassus played at, and was more impulsive toward his actions. He didn't want anyone's life in his hands, and gave little care to his own. He never really had. It was what made him a great gladiator . . . and not he was not even that anymore. After five years of wondering around with no purpose, he was learning to find a place with the men here. It felt good, but he still disappeared in to the wine in order to not think and feel so much. It was also why he disappeared into the women. He had taken note of the pretty little slave that once belonged to their Roman foe, but had not spoken to her before. His eyes had not missed the way some of the others followed her, as if wanting to catch her alone. He watched as she moved toward the wine, and reached for it just as she did to give pause to her actions. "There is enough to share," he told her, trying to figure out why she was admits the others when she normally kept to herself. He reached for a cup, poured her some and held it out to her. He looked back at the men following her, and then at her face, not commenting on them unless she did.

^{TAG @kore}

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Kore looked at the offered cup and hesitated at accepting it." Is there enough for your friends as well?" He was a man often seen with Spartacus. She half expected him to threaten her as his leader had, take her by her neck... Was that to be her life now? Constantly living with the threat of violence? If not this man, soon one of her watchers would find reason to justify breaking her body. " Is it common for a camp full of warriors to fear one small woman?"

(Gannicus)

[Gannicus]

god of the arena "Is there enough for your friends as well?" She asked and he drank from the pitcher before answering, "I give no fuck, I am not mother." She could drink her fill, and he wouldn't let anyone say anything to her about it. They could go find their own wine, if they were of a mind to drink their fill. Gannicus had found this one, and he was going to enjoy it. If it loosened her lips, and gave him knowledge to her purpose then he would welcome the sharing of it. He didn't not trust her, but he didn't understand her. If she was a favored slave, how run when Crassus had their backs to a wall? Did she not know they would all be dead by morning? They had escaped, but she could not have known they would. It had been a risk, and one he wondered why she took. "Is it common for a camp full of warriors to fear one small woman?" He looked back at her followers, which were breaking away the more he took notice of them out of fear of anything he might say to them. "When one is favored by Marcus Crassus, they seek a way to deliver message though means they have too them." He explained, knowing there were many who would love to hurt her in order to get to the Roman.

^{TAG @kore}

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" Your hair is so long, you could easily be mistaken for mother to five." A joke. The first in a long while. She watched him drink and eye her shadows who had begun to depart. " I no longer stand as favored slave. I am fugitivus as you... and I will have wine now,if offer is still stands."