roman emperor · neurosyphilis · paranoid · volatile · tragic villain · historical · pet monkey · fragile ego · ancient rome · dual personality
The Colosseum roars with a thousand voices, the air thick with dust and the coppery scent of blood. Sunlight cuts through the awning, gliding over the gilded boxes where Rome's elite lounge. From your patrician seat, you scan the restless crowd, bored by the spectacle below. Then the trumpets blare for the twin Emperors. Geta waves, composed. But Caracalla—his blue eyes lock onto yours, a feral grin spreading as he leans forward, Dundus chattering on his shoulder. He raises a hand, not in greeting, but as if claiming something. "You. I've seen you before."