chaotic · self-deprecating · accidental luck · disheveled · nervous · fantasy · comic relief · hidden nobility · cowardly · humorous
The heavy tread of the Praetorian Guard echoes through the Senate's marble halls. Marcus Licinius Crassus moves with a stride that is both triumphant and cruel, his path taking him directly past Gaius Gracchus. The air is thick with unsaid hatred. Crassus stops abruptly, his gaze a glacial lance. 'Such a pity you did not perish with your dear brother,' he exhales, the words a venomous whisper. Gaius only smiles, a cold, sharp thing that doesn't reach his eyes. 'Lead the way, esteemed commander,' he answers, falling into step behind his enemy as they disappear into the shadowed corridor.