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Post by Melitta on Jul 4, 2017 17:15:10 GMT
AFAFDAJKFDK THANK YOU SO SO SOO MUCH MY LOVE castus !!! I ABSOLUTELY ADORE MY SIG!! IT IS SO PERFECT FOR MELITTA!! EEEEE!! YOU ARE THE BEST!!! <3 WE HAVE SUCH TALENTED GRAPHICS PEEPS ON HERE!!! YOU ROCK MY SOCKS!!! SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL I CAN'T EVEN RN!!!!!!
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Post by Melitta on Jul 3, 2017 16:05:06 GMT
GORGEOUS!! Could I please make a request for Melitta?? I don't have anything specific in mind! Maybe just something to show her conflict?! A contrasting optimism and inner conflict if that makes sense?! THANK YOU!! I can be more specific if you need more details!! I would just LOVE to give you creative freedom cause your work is awesome!
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Post by Melitta on Jun 20, 2017 2:01:27 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
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 M elitta needed this. She needed this escape to give her some clarity. To give her some time away. It was the perfect distraction and well, she was making good money from it too. People apparently tipped quite well on cruises, especially the upper class. But right now, it was a mix, mostly the middle to lower class people enjoying some drinks and food.
She was moving from table to table with swift ease, not wanting to keep anyone waiting too long as it would reflect poorly on her. And well, it would effect her tips as well. She was not sure what would happen with her husband, but she did know she needed to be financially stable. She needed to be able to stand on her own two feet.
As she walked towards the bar, she noticed a man step behind it. He was not wearing an apron nor was in uniform so Melitta felt the need to intervene. He was probably some drunkard who thought it was ok to get himself a drink. "Excuse me Sir," she said politely, stepping behind the bar to follow him. "You are not permitted to be back here." Her voice was gentle, but stern, not even considering that this man used to work here.
We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on Jun 19, 2017 21:24:12 GMT
Name: Melitta
Guest type: Worker; server on the cruise
A short summery of who they are in the modern world: Melitta works as a server on the cruise. She is a waitress on land, but due to recent problems with her husband, she needed time away from him and so when the opportunity presented itself to work on a cruise, she took full advantage.
This might be changed if we get an Oenomaus but for now, I'm just going to leave it ambiguous! |
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Post by Melitta on Jun 3, 2017 19:00:55 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
when stripped of choice or clothes.
M elitta hoped that a blush didn't meet her cheeks when Gannicus tucked some of her hair behind her ear. She looked up at him, the contact breaking as he said that he should get her home. That . . . was probably for the best. Both the lack of contact as well as the offer. "Are you sure you don't want to finish up here?" She asked him, knowing that there were still a few more tasks to do, and she wanted to help him as best she could.
She softly laughed at his suggestion of keeping her from brawling in the alley. "Unless you give me a reason to," she added on playfully. As if he would. He always treated her with the utmost care . . . yet another reason she was so drawn to him. "If you're sure you're ready to leave . . . " She said a little hesitantly, reaching for her jacket. "Then we can go," she added on, her hand casually resting on his arm, not even thinking twice about the offered touch.
We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on Jun 3, 2017 2:48:11 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
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 M elitta playfully rolled her eyes, the amused smile remaining on her lips as she slightly shook her head. She had to conceal any evidence of the way her heart fluttered when he drew near, appearing to act completely casual. This was after all not the first time they had been alone. "I don't know what's more concerning," she began to say, the tease still evident in her voice. "The fact that you're using those lines on me . . . " Because she knew how he was. She knew all too well of his flirtatious nature.
"Or the fact that I have seen those lines work on others," she added on, looking at him with a bright gleam of amusement. And, perhaps the most concerning of all was that a part of Melitta liked it too. Enjoyed it. The attentions. Though she knew he was like that with most, he certainly did have a way with him. "Forever the charmer," he added on, setting the now dry glass to the side while picking up another. "Forever the player," a taunt in her voice as she playfully nudged him with her shoulder against where she could reach on him.
We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on Jun 2, 2017 1:20:00 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
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M elitta felt that ache in her chest intensify, hearing Gannicus speak in such a way. "Gannicus . . . " She breathed, but could not say more right now. Instead, listening to him speak of the shackles he wilingly took, of lacking desire to want to rid himself of them . . . the kiss a welcome distraction as Melitta closed her eyes, melting into it. But when he spoke the latter statement, her heart sank and fear erupted through her.
her hand still on his cheek, large eyes looking intently at him, and trying to still her storm of emotions, enough to attempt convincing him to forget such thoughts. For she knew he meant them. She knew he would do whatever it took to raise coin and . . . she was terrified of what that may entail. "Do not make such promises," she practically begged of him. "Please." A less subtle beg. "For there is no price that will see to my freedom. Lucretia will not have it so. And I will not have you place yourself in danger for futile attempt." Her voice was stern, tone soft but there was a concerning strength to it.
"The only comfort found, is knowledge that you have a life as a free man. Free from bonds of slavery. Do not sullen this blessing for you with promises of freedom for us both. I can not bare the thought of what it may cost." And the fear of it, made a tear slide down her cheek, unable to restrain the emotion any longer. The thought of harm coming to Gannicus in his endeavor enough to elicit the strong emotional reaction.
We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on Jun 2, 2017 1:08:50 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
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W hen Melitta saw Duro move to sit upright, she wanted to extend her hand to gently urge him back to a relaxed position. Not wishing to see him over exert himself in the wake of his injuries. She gave a small nod as he expressed gratitude, then dismissing his injuries and asking how she was. "Why do all you Gladiators share the same neglect for your injuries," she said with a continued smile, teasing affection in her tone.
She moved closer to him, setting the bowl down and dipping the cloth into it, start to gently wipe away any of the blood that remained close to wound, being as tender as she could against the sensitive flesh. To be so close to him, made her heart flutter, but she kept herself composed. Especially when dealing with such a delicate matter. "I fare far better than you," she told him. "I lay witness to the match in the arena that caused such wound." She dipped the cloth in the water, pausing for a brief moment before continuing with her actions of wiping the blood. "It was cause for great concern," he admitted, purposely avoiding eye contact with him.
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We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on Jun 2, 2017 0:55:53 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
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M elitta was currently helping Gannicus close things up at his bar. She was not a heavy drinker, but she was here for the company more than drink. Gannicus was a dear friend, someone she had known since grade school. Her husband, who was out of town for work often entrusted Gannicus to look out for Melitta.
Truth be told, it grew quite lonely without him near and Melitta found herself constantly enjoying Gannicus' company. He helped distract her, helped ease that loneliness. They always shared a connection, one that had been set to rest only one time when Gannicus left for an extended period.
Apart from that, he had always been in her life since she could remember and did not wish to imagine one without him present. She was drying off a couple of glasses, a smile on her face. "It still never ceases to amaze me how you show so much restraint. All this alcohol and yet, you're not completely drunk at the end of your shift." A teasing remark, as she couldn't help but point out the self control he exercised.
We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on Jun 2, 2017 0:40:09 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
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M elitta was unsurprised by Gannicus' reaction, though she knew she had to be strong. For both their sakes. There would be a time to mourn; a time to shed tears. She would miss his presence every single second he was absent from this place. But wished him a life that saw him beyond the chains of slavery. A life where he could live, and not be confined to the will of another. She moved with no protest, positioning herself comfortably on his lap, forcing her soft smile to remain in place as he asked her how he was to leave her. She raised her hand to his cheek, gently caressing it.
"You will walk to the gate tomorrow," she told him. "And embrace the life that awaits you beyond it." A life that he deserved. A life that he had earned. "If the gods mean for us to be reunited, then know I will pray with every breath to make it so." But she did not want him to hold back in a life that she may never again be a part of. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his, fighting to hold the tears back.
"But do not lay waste to this opportunity. Embrace it. Take to this path you have been set upon with no restraints. You are free from shackles; do not let others replace them." Meaning her. She did not want him to hold back on her account. He . . . had to let her go, yet asking him to do so, made her heart ache. The selfish part of her wanting him as hers. But knowing, that their future may never be one where their paths crossed again.
We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on May 30, 2017 1:37:42 GMT
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M elitta continued to smile as Sibyl revealed that it had always been her name; that she would not wish to upset her Dominus by keeping it. "It is fortunate then, that our Domina does not force us to shed our names from identity," Melitta began to explain. "She will only ask what name you go by, and will use it as she pleases."
There was some assurance that Melitta could give in that at least. While she could not control what happened to the slaves in the house . . . she would do all within her power to protect them. To comfort them. "What duties did you fulfill in your former house?" Melitta inquired, wondering what roles she was accustomed to, and which ones she was not. It would give Melitta a better idea of where to place her and what tasks to start her off with. Something she was comfortable with doing as she eased into more and more duties in the household.
We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on May 30, 2017 1:31:27 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
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E verytime the Gladiators went to battle, Melitta feared for them. Watching the fight made it no easier to bare. In fact, it was cringe worthy most of the time. Especially considering Melitta's own . . . aversion to violence. But alas, they had no choice. Everyone did what they must and all she could do to aid them was offer prayer to her gods. To find quiet moments so that the others in the house would see to better, kinder days. Ones where they were not taken too soon from this world. But watching the match upon the sands, left her stomach turning, especially where those were involved whom she held particular affections for. Though she dare not speak them.
Being Lucretia's primary slave had her at her Dominus' side, and thus, watching as Duro took to the sands, suffering injuries that she could have sworn caused her heart to skip a beat in pure fear of watching. He was victorious, and while Melitta found herself able to breathe in relief, she still wished for him to be unharmed. A foolish wish; considering he was a Gladiator. When it was over, they made their way back to the villa, Melitta offering to tend to those who had returned and both masters held no objection to this.
Taking a bowl of water and a cloth, along with some medicines that she could easily administer, she made her way to the designated room where Duro was seated on the bed board, waiting. Taking a slow breath and composing herself, she entered with items in hand. "The medicus will attend to you shortly," she explained to him. She could at least do something as simple as clean his wounds. "Until then, I would tend to your wounds in what ways I can," she told him softly. Seeing him wounded always caused her heart to ache, the only solace was that he was yet breathing; that he was still of this world.
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notes: melitta is all worried about Duro!
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Post by Melitta on May 28, 2017 15:22:56 GMT
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M elitta continued to softly smile at the woman as she introduced herself as Sibyl. She reached out to gently cup the young woman's chin, carefully tilting it up to encourage eye contact without demand. She wanted Sibyl to see the sincerity in her gaze. "Is the name yours or was it that chosen by your former Dominus?" She inquired.
She knew of those who changed their names, sometimes not of their own choosing, so she wished to see if this was Sibyl's true name or not. Melitta lowered her hand back by her side, though her expression remained. "Names are sometimes all we have to give reminder to our humanity. I would call you by one that you choose, and put in a word to Domina for she has not forced any of us to alter our name." It was one thing that could be said of Lucretia. An assurance that Melitta could offer the new slave.
We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on May 28, 2017 2:54:52 GMT
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T here was a new set of slaves that had come to the ludus. Most were for the ludus. Quintus tended to invest majority of his coin into fighting men, rather than house slaves. But among the others, was a new woman who would be among them. One Lucretia had told Melitta to train. It was no foreign task to Melitta.
In the ranks of slaves within the household, Melitta held the highest rank and so, it was a natural order for her to take the new recruits under her wing to train them to a proper standard. To Lucretia and Quintus' standards. Which, tended to be quite high. Smiling at the woman, Melitta approached her. "I am Melitta," she said in a tone to match the reassuring smile. "What is your name?" She asked softly. She knew first hand how . . . overwhelming this could all be. But there were worse houses to be found in. For that, Melitta supposed she should be grateful.
tag: Sibyl notes: first Melitta post!! We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on May 28, 2017 2:47:08 GMT
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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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