AN: Just a quick drabble before I go to bed. R&R, please.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
It is far too simple for Brutus to picture Cassius with that maniacal gleam in his eye. If he closes his eyes, he can see his lover next to him in the garden, grinning at the moon much as a dog would bay it: full of emotion, yet utterly perplexing to any onlookers.
Only Brutus would know that Cassius would be thinking of Caesar. When Cassius rubbed his hands together gleefully, Brutus would know he would be imagining that a bloody knife was cradled between them.
The occasional madman's laugh would escape his lips, then be gone as soon as it came. Only Brutus would know better than to ask what thought had so amused him. Cassius's mind was like a bumblebee, his mind flitting from one thing to the next, then soon forgetting where he had been.
No one could understand Cassius's machinations save for Brutus. He understood that he was a constant star, and Cassius a fast-orbiting comet, and they were just one pair in a vast galaxy.