So, this A!A turned what was supposed to be a ten minute long drabble on the joy of cookies into a four hour long project on a character that enjoys Legion life waaaaay too much. It is 6 AM, I have school in two hours, and this was TOTALLY worth it. I hope you get around to reading this, OP!
She gave a stern nod to the men manning the drawbridge. They let her in without questioning the pull cart full of boxes—there was a certain level of respect they had gained from her, and it wasn’t unexpected, since they were only recruits.
The walk to Caesar’s tent was short and made in purposeful strides. She said hello to a few of the men passing by, barked at a couple of slaves to move faster and did her best to look as unapproachable as possible. It was a pride thing; she worked with men and men alone, as the Legion had no place in its ranks for women. Not until her, at least. She’d make it easier for them to not know the difference.
Entering the tent was a normal thing for her. She left the cart outside, taking three specific boxes with her, each one tied with different colored ribbon: red, black and yellow. She stood tall in front of the man who made her proud to be herself, boxes held by the ribbons in the fingers of her left hand. Her trademark scowl never left her face.
“Hello again.” She greeted, never losing any of her cool. The Praetorians merely bid her ave and Caesar himself looked at her with that gleam in his eyes he got when he always saw her—the look you get after finding a diamond beneath a pile of shit.
“Is there something you needed, Valence?” He asked her, and she frowned deeper. By now the man must have known it was in her nature to do such all the time. She first met him with a frown, she operated on him with a frown and even upon hearing the best of news it would only turn into a neutral expression.
“Yes. These are for you all.” She handed the box with the red ribbon to the man on the throne, singled out Lucius for the slightly smaller box with the black ribbon and handed one of the other Praetorians the yellow-ribboned box. “Enjoy them as you would enjoy the sight of a town of profligates being burned to the ground.” She stepped back to admire her work with a frown on her face.
Troop Morale 1a/1
She gave a stern nod to the men manning the drawbridge. They let her in without questioning the pull cart full of boxes—there was a certain level of respect they had gained from her, and it wasn’t unexpected, since they were only recruits.
The walk to Caesar’s tent was short and made in purposeful strides. She said hello to a few of the men passing by, barked at a couple of slaves to move faster and did her best to look as unapproachable as possible. It was a pride thing; she worked with men and men alone, as the Legion had no place in its ranks for women. Not until her, at least. She’d make it easier for them to not know the difference.
Entering the tent was a normal thing for her. She left the cart outside, taking three specific boxes with her, each one tied with different colored ribbon: red, black and yellow. She stood tall in front of the man who made her proud to be herself, boxes held by the ribbons in the fingers of her left hand. Her trademark scowl never left her face.
“Hello again.” She greeted, never losing any of her cool. The Praetorians merely bid her ave and Caesar himself looked at her with that gleam in his eyes he got when he always saw her—the look you get after finding a diamond beneath a pile of shit.
“Is there something you needed, Valence?” He asked her, and she frowned deeper. By now the man must have known it was in her nature to do such all the time. She first met him with a frown, she operated on him with a frown and even upon hearing the best of news it would only turn into a neutral expression.
“Yes. These are for you all.” She handed the box with the red ribbon to the man on the throne, singled out Lucius for the slightly smaller box with the black ribbon and handed one of the other Praetorians the yellow-ribboned box. “Enjoy them as you would enjoy the sight of a town of profligates being burned to the ground.” She stepped back to admire her work with a frown on her face.