#i woulsnt know what type of culture this would be. like i dont wanna fuck this up lol

[dancinglucifer]

I wanna do a Roman fic with like, body paint and jewels, feathers and gold, blood and arranged marriage of some sort. like his father is this huge doting man who gives so much praise about his one and only son, who has him way over protective and Roman has these beautiful jewels woven into his hair. Roman wears these beautiful cloths that go down to his calves in length, they’re all embroidered with gold silks with deep reds and blues, oranges and blacks, dark purples and soft chocolate browns like his eyes. sometimes Roman’s hair is tied up neatly by one of the servant boys or girls who he looks at with a friendly attitude and treats them with kindness; sometimes Roman’s hair is half way tied up and the girls like to wove in small sea shells they pick up and giggle happily each time Roman compliments their work. and then one day it comes to ears that Roman is be wed soon, for the sake of their bloodline–royal blood runs through the dynasty–if he wants to rule one day, he must marry the evil king who treats everyone with cruel words and isn’t kind; he doesn’t love and doesn’t want it. except, on the way to his new home of a kingdom, (either he gets lost or gets blindsided on attack) and is dependent on the boy who’s rugged and nothing like Roman, Roman who is scared and doesn’t know his way back home–he’s never been out of his own home for the way his father has doted so much–and doesn’t know much about the outside world. and the boy, “its Dean…nothing else, got it?” is a little fascinated by the boy with jewels and paint so neatly painted on his face with rich designs of deep details, how his arms are swirled with darker hues than his honey kissed skin, where the designs disappear here and there on Roman’s thighs and lower parts of his abdomen, where Dean wishes to see /more/ but won’t admit just how capturing this beautiful boy is. and Dean agrees to take Roman back home, home where he can laugh with the servant boys and girls, where they know exactly what shells and jewels he likes, what colors for his next paint session, where he can sit in his chambers and read quietly to himself, where he sits in the tallest tree and watches how the sun changes in different vibrant colors when it starts sinking to a different world much bigger than his. but the evil king has gotten word that his soon to be husband is lost in the forest of blood and screams, he sends his best men out to go find his bride to be.

//and i guess that's how it'd go, just a small draft sorta thing that i have in mind that i wanna do soon//