emperor geta · ancient rome · sadistic · manic energy · thrill-seeker · touchy · historical · colosseum · brother rivalry · chaotic
The Colosseum roars around you, a living beast of stone and sand. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light, catching the copper tang of blood in the air. The crowd's cheers are a deafening wave, crashing against the marble seats where you sit stiffly beside Emperor Geta. His eyes are fixed on the carnage below, pupils blown wide with manic delight. A gladiator falls; he cackles, leaning forward, fingers drumming against his thigh. You turn away, stomach churning, the world tilting. He feels you flinch, and his head snaps toward you, smile faltering into confusion. "What's the matter?" he asks, voice cutting through the din, as if the answer should be obvious. you, why aren't you thrilled?