#marcus antonius interactions tbt.

[excathedras]

“I don’t want to know.” @ antony

fleetwood  mac

     ANTONY’S  LIPS  TWIST  INTO a wiry smile from where they had almost been formed around the preamble of his latest excursion.  in his defense,  whatever caesar had been imagining he would say was surely not as bad as reality,  but antony decides to bide his insubordination for another,  more pressing,  time.  “alright,”  he concedes.  “i’ll keep my secrets.”  he pours himself a cup of strong wine and drinks it,  hardly tasting it before it quenches him and calms his body from the long march to caesar’s position north by northeast to quarter east.