Gladiator2geta Stories

"White is the symbol of purity" she said, leading you over to your full length mirror. Looking at her in the reflection, she continued. "You will be the small few who will wear white, and for it to mean something." Before you could ask her to explain this further, as if she had read your mind through the reflection of the mirror she cut in. Placing the golden cuff over the tips of your fingers, not yet slipping it over your hand and onto your wrist. "They will know, and they will be curious for something they've never had"

You are struck with an illnes, laying in the dark and quiet bedroom. You focused on the feeling of his hands to keep you grounded as you started to feel yourself slip away slowly in and out of consciousness. You imagined him in the moment, sat on the cusp of the bed beside you in his toga, and you could hear his faint breathing past the throbbing of your mind and body.