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"We do what we must
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Post by Melitta on Jan 8, 2017 19:20:06 GMT
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.
We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on Jan 8, 2017 19:07:56 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
when stripped of choice or clothes.
M 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.
tag: Gannicus notes: she didn't say anything so let me know if this is hard to reply to! she's just i a bit of shock! hahah! We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on Jan 8, 2017 18:49:01 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
when stripped of choice or clothes.
 L ove was a bittersweet emotion as a slave. One the one hand, they were often used for pleasure among their masters or visitors, as the house of Batiatus was becoming known for. On the other hand, they may fall in the arena or never make it as far. Today, marked no day of such death, but still of loss. Melitta felt happy for Gannicus, that he would be free of such a life. A man liberated, able to make his own choices. But the selfish part of the woman's heart wished he did not have to go. Or held a greater wish, that she could go with him.
Never before had she thought of freedom, rather comfortable in her station as Lucretia's body slave. But now, her love for the man trumped that of her loyalty to her Domina. A fearful thought and one she would never voice with risk to her own life. Said Domina allowed her time with Gannicus during this last night, and she took advantage. Making her way to him, as she wordlessly entered and closed the door behind her.
She just watched him, as he reached out a hand for her to take. Forcing a smile on his lips she moved forward, taking his hand and seating herself in front of him so that she could make proper eye contact. "You aid in the making of history," she began to say, a smile still on her lips, knowing that she needed to remain strong. Even if it was for both of them. "To be a champion, granted freedom in the arena. To possess the rudus." She was proud of him, to have earned the highest honor. And so such words could be said with genuine meaning, unwavering sincerity.
We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on Jan 8, 2017 18:40:16 GMT
Some acts cannot be avoided
when stripped of choice or clothes.
M elitta had been tasked with going to the Medicus to replenish supplies. She was trusted among her Domina, and thus moved more freely in the house than most others. Her position a body slave to her, one recently appointed. It was as much of an honor as a house slave could achieve and certainly aided in comfortable lifestyle with her low ranking position in society. Perhaps the greatest relief, was promise of her preservation. She had seen so many others used for the pleasure of another . . . Melitta would apparently not be among them.
And for this, she felt gratitude toward her Domina. Which only reinforced her desire to please her by dutifully completing each given task. As she began to put away supplies a man entered, causing Melitta to turn her head and look at him, his words drawing more attention to his presence. She knew him not more than a passing face among the other gladiators. Her interactions with the men was fairly limited. Though not without complete knowledge. She turned her head away when he complimented her, managing not to show a blush to her cheeks, though she wasn't entirely certain she was even flattered by the words. He noticed from the corner of her eye his clearly injured state, then referring to her as medicus. That, was a mistake she could quickly rectify.
"You are mistaken," she told him, not making eye contact. "In all thoughts." Thinking to be in the afterlife, comparing her to Venus, thinking she was the medicus . . . and hinting that she would be the one offering tender touch. She turned her head to casually look at him. "Lay down," she instructed, referring to the bed for patients. "And find tender touch met . . . " Almost as if a tease though there was no jest in her voice. "By hands of true medicus," she finished. "He comes presently." With that, she turned her head away again to focus on restocking the supplies. She could not have her gaze linger on the man, concerned with what natural instinct a woman could reveal when gazing at a highly well formed individual.
tag: Gannicus notes: first Melitta post!! We do what we must in this house.
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Post by Melitta on Dec 27, 2016 16:49:25 GMT
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.:Name:. Melitta
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Affiliation:. Slave to Batiatus household
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Melitta is of a petite frame. She has darker skin, having originated from Hispania, large and round hazel colored eyes, full lips, and thick black hair. Her attire is better than most, considering her high ranking position among the slaves. She is usually clad in blues, greys, and white colored garments.
.:Height:. 5"6'
.:Portrayed by:. Marisa Ramirez
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Melitta is often seen as a maternal figure, offering her advice and what words of wisdom that she can. She is soft spoken, but honest in her words. She often lends her support to her husband and friends, as well as the other slave girls. She is loyal to these people, as well as to Lucretia, even offering to break the command of Titus in order to appease her domina. She does not often voice her own struggles and worries, but rather, takes to heart those of others so that she can do what she can to help them and ease their concerns.
.:Special Skills:. Her skills are often entailed in her words, possessing the ability to calm others and offer words of advice, whether heeded or not.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Unknown.
.:Family:. Oenomaus ; husband
.:Occupation:. Body Slave
.:History:. Melitta has spent most of her life in the Batiatus household, slave to Lucretia. Her loyalty, diligent work, obedience, and soft spoken nature eventually landed her to a higher ranking position among the slaves, as a body slave. She has become Lucretia's right hand slave, often doing her bidding and prioritizing her domina's will above any other master of the household. She was preserved and eventually given to Oenomaus as his wife, both rewarded for the honor they bestowed on the house, each in their own way. She has never known the touch of another, and loves her husband, embracing the life of marriage and grateful that she was protected from others who may seek to use her for pleasure.
Things remained in a routine, until one event would soon shatter the loyalty that Melitta otherwise held toward her husband. Upon the command of a Roman, she was to lay with Gannicus and be watched for their pleasure. Choice taken from her hand, she performed what was ordered of her . . . only she found herself embracing the pleasure more than she should have. Guilt weighed heavily on her and she avoided her husband's closest friend for the rest of the time, unable to accept her disloyalty. Not only in the physical nature, but also in terms of the emotional betryal . . . for she began to develop feelings for the man, leaving her confused and conflicted.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. euphoria
.:How Did You Find Us:. this is my second character!
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