hEY PEOPLE :D
this is dedicated to my awesome reviewer ChildOfThe90s aka my awesome roleplay husband :D yes. i promised you i'd write, so here it is! sorry if i can't log on later, cus i might be busy, but my computer will be on anyways!
so here:)
note that this is set during the great fire of rome, and sulpicia is 5.:)
Sulpicia POV
" Oooohh... baby sulpicia is crying again!" one of the taller kids taunted me while pulling my elaborate golden braids.
" Stop it! there's dust in my eye!" I cried out, rubbing away my tears. My family was gone. My father pushed me out of the house just before the flaming pillar cut him from he refused to leave my mother as she was half trapped under the burning building. I promised him that i wouldn't cry. I promised him that i would be strong.
" She's gonna cry again! hahahahaha!" another ruddy looking kid spat.
"Just, leave me alone!" I yelled after them as they were shooed away by their parents.
I sat in what remains of my beautiful marble home. Everything was charred.
"Are you hurt?" I gentle, concerned voice cooed from above. All i could see was an expensive looking pair of shoes that peaked from dark robes. As my eyes traveled up this dark figure, my eyes landed upon a youthful, perfect face of some man. I would blushed slightly at the stranger and looked whimpered slightly. Why would he want to talk to me anyways? I was nothing but baby sulpicia.
"Such an Angel." He smiled at the blond man, also youthful and pale. The blond man walked away after rolling his eyes. They were probably aristocrats on the social hierachy. Their dressing was slightly outlandish, but dark cloaks were not an uncommon sight.
There was something about them that was different. Something special.
The stranger knelt down beside me and wiped my face with a soft lacy handkerchief. "What's your name, dear?"
" My name is Sulpicia Severus Augustus." I sniffed as i held tightly to the black material.
"Augustus? you're a royalty? Such an honour to be in your presence, little princess!" He laughed humorously.I smiled.
"That's the smile I wanted to see!So.. your family...is.." he trailed off sensitively.
That was when I couldn't control my tear anymore. I cried. I felt so embarassed, so upset that i had broken my promise to my family. To stay strong, that's all they asked for, and i can't even do that.
" Hush, dear.. hush," He said, putting his arms around me. I can't believe i was taking comfort from a stranger! Papa always said that I shouldn't talk to strangers. I clung onto the soft fabric of his cloak. His scent was like nothing I've ever smelt. Not like the sweet wine at the elaborate banquets, not like the honeyed pork at the tables. It was a smooth, delicate musk that was only present in the forests at dawnbreak.
There was no where i could go now, no where. if he was to sell me into slavery, then so be it. I have nothing.
My mind vaguely remembers us travelling quickly to another city. It was like floating, only.. faster.
I was set down in a villa off a coast. I could see the smoke rising from the imperial capital. My dress had been burnt slightly, and torn halfway up to my knee. As the stranger carried me up two flights of stairs into a room, I noticed the elaborate decorations, and the various "V" symbols on the walls.A maternal woman's voice meets my ears.
"Aro!Brother! A child, Really? No. I refuse to feed from her."
" Not dinner, Didyme. This is Sulpicia. She's.. special."
He set me on the bed and two pairs of beautiful red eyes stared down at me. The lady beamed at me as she would her own child.
" Hey there," she said, stroking my cheek. " Such an Angel!" she cried out in glee.
" I know." The stranger man, Aro, replied, satisfied at himself.
Just then, another man with dark hair walked in. The lady, Didyme jumped from her current position above me and rushed to meet this man.
"Marcus! Love, I missed you.." They embrace before sharing a passionate kiss.
I turn my head shyly away, and as I did, my eyes met those of Aro, who was also turning his head away. We had the same reaction.
"Marc! can we keep her? please? prettyyy prettyy please?" She begged, puckering her lips at Marcus, who held her from her waist.
Marcus shot one adoring look at me," Wel.. if you insist love, she doesn't have anywhere else to go anyways, so why not?"
Didyme squealed once and then floated back to me.
" Let's get you cleaned up, shall me love?" She asked as she placed a kiss on my forehead. I had not remembered that i was holding Aro's hand but letting go of it was awfully difficult. His perfect face was contorted in a mask of empathy and adoration.
Didyme led me into a beautiful bathroom, which i could say was close to what i had back home, except it was encrusted in all sorts of jewels. On the base of the tub was the formation "V" in green marble. I stepped in as Didyme washed me lovingly and letting me play with the water for a while.
She lifted me from the water in a hot towel and came back shortly with a pink tunic that was rather decent, torn neatly at the edges and roughly but finely stitched to fit me.
"This was mine a while back, but i guess you need it more than me."
"Thank you, missus, really... this is more than i deserve." I replied.
" Well you better start getting used to it, because from now on, Me and marcus, the tall guy you saw just now who is desperately needing a haircut, yea, that guy, we are gonna look after you, and we promise to love you every second of it. hmm?" She smiled kindly. I knew this was it. I had to erase all my memories of my family. This was my new family now. Not bad.. but really just luxurious.
I nodded obediantly and followed her out, overhearing a heated arguement.
" Let's just give this a shot, Caius. She could be a third generation guard! We could raise her, make her a lady as well, huh? I'd take full responsibility of her. Promise." I think Aro said.
" Yes, besides, Didyme and I already love that girl, she has no where to go!" Yep, that was definitely Marcus.
" No. I WILL NOT. I repeat. I WILL NOT tolerate this. You have gone too far. Open an orphanage then, so many kids out there homeless as well!" He spat sarcastically back. I could hear footsteps storming out.
As I entered the room, Aro sighs and exchanges a glance with Marcus.
" Let me have a look at my new little girl." Marcus said, extending his arms out. His cloak was made form a different fabric, so I have noticed. I rested on his shoulder as he patted my back." Shh.. sleep my child. You're safe now." He cooed as Didyme held my hand from behind him. I stole a glance at Aro. He seemed somewhat jealous. Perhaps it's because he needs a hug?
I struggled and squirmed out of Marcus' arms after giving him a peck on the cheek. I landed on the floor and ran towards Aro, where we recieved me with open arms.
" I love you too." I admitted softly into his ear. Yes. This is better. I felt better with this.. Aro person.
I had not notice Marcus and Didyme leave the room but I heard the door close behind them.
His icy fingers comb through my hair, and as if handling some fragile vase, he set me on his bedspread where I made myself comfortable. Then he blew out a few candles, making the room dimmer.
" Do you like music, pici?"
Pici. it felt so foreign but so comfortable.
I nodded with a smile. His lips upturned as he pulled a harp from the corner of his room. I crawled over to him where he sat on the edge of the bed. I strummed my fingers on the strings, pulled taut at the top and bottom. This harp was made of solid gold.
" My pici is a future musician? I like that." He said as I stopped my experimenting and crawled back to my place on the bed.
He chuckled once as he played a hypnotising but luring tune. My eyes could not hold on any longer and I fall into a state of half lucid dream. Then the music stopped. I felt his hands hold me close to him on the bed and pull me under the warm black duvet. Hi cold body made it a perfect condition for me to sleep. I felt a kiss on the tip of my nose.
"Goodnight, Pici." He whispers.
THIS IS PART ONE!
if you want part two, please review :)
XOXO
Sulpicia.
p.s., shoutout to COT90s, You might find some line.. *familiar*
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