#c/aracalla

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Humbly begging for content aout those ginger freaks .

LMAO you and me both 🤣 I’ve only seen the film once so again please forgive my characterization

Pls note that IRL G/eta and C/aracalla were 29 and 22 respectively but since they’re twins in the movie I’m splitting the difference and calling them 26 for the purpose of this drabble • Okay enough rambling pls enjoy 😅

Geta sat slouched back in his throne, scowling through parted lips. His eyes were watering slightly.

“Ek’TSCH!” He sneezed to the side, uncovered.

“Could you please stop doi’g that?”

Caracalla whined. He was sitting next to his twin in his own throne, leaning against the armrest and rubbing at his temples.

Geta sniffled and wiped his dripping nose against the back of his hand.

“I wouldn’t be sneezing snF if you didn’t get me sick.”

The statement was pointed and accusatory.

“M’be??” The shorter twin scoffed before coughing harshly.

“Yes you! You and your… stupid orgies. Probably picked up a bug.”

The brotherly bickering was interrupted by one of the healers approaching with two identical vials.

“My lords - an herbal remedy for you.”

Geta heaved a sigh and uncorked the bottle, downing it. Caracalla, however, crossed his arms in protest.

“Don’t want it. Looks gross.”

The healer took a step forward, “it’ll help-”

The young emperor uncrossed his arms only to smack the vial out of the healers hands, standing up and crossing the room. He pulled his robes tighter around him, coughing into his hands.

The healer looked to Geta with a look of apology.

The ginger rolled his eyes and dismissed the healer with a wave. “Let him be ill then… leave us.”

As the healer left, General Acacius was approaching the guards at the door.

“General Acacius for the emperors. I have matters to discuss with them.”

“The twins are in poor health today, General.” One of the guards tried to hint.

“It’s urgent.” Acacius insisted.

The older man looked past the guards into the main room where the two brothers were. Geta looked positively miserable and Caracalla was building up to a tantrum surely.

“On second thought. It was wait.”

“A wise decision, General.”

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@hiistoryerased // continued from here.

          hand jerks backward as though she’s touched searing heat, a jolt of surprise rocking her bruised body like a boat upon stormy seas. she’d falsely perceived him to be deep in slumber, leading to the idle trailing of nimble fingers upon her faux - father’s body. he’s a soldier, and it shows, manifesting in the scars and blemishes upon his skin. surely it shall not hurt to touch just one, she’d thought ; and the conclusion was that she has thought incorrectly.

          Elagabalus watches him, eyes tired and underlined with bags, holding the offending hand to her chest. ❝ Touching your scars. You have many. ❞ her voice is gentle, perpetually childlike, laden with a scraping from misuse, the nights spent weeping and screaming for those she’s lost. Mother. Hierocles. OH, HOW HORRID TO REMEMBER ! she settles down beside Caracalla as the first throes of despair course through her veins, burying her face against his shoulder.

          perhaps some believe it wrong to sleep next to one’s presumed father. however, there are not many other places she can sleep, confined to exile as they are. ( besides, she cannot sleep without another by her side. ) her body is fatigued, bones are beginning to protrude beneath the thin veil of skin from her sparse eating. they are both suffering. she sighs. her hand travels down, curls around his own.

           ❝ -- Are you alright ? ❞

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Okay what’s up nerds. I am back and taking requests for various different things!

•S/tranger T/hings (any of my AU’s or canon)

-j/opper, s/teddie, e/dissy

•9/1/1 (Buck, Eddie, Bobby, etc)

•Also willing to try and write for G/ladiator II because it was good as fuck and everyone’s hot obviously so see below who I’ll try and write for:

a/cacius - p/edro pascal

L/ucius - p/aul m/escal

g/eta - j/oseph Q/uinn

Maaaaybe c/aracalla - f/red h/echinger