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[rozk]

Oh, and I am up for that meme where you ask me to tell you three or more things about my private personal fanon for characters in shows, comics, films and books that I care about. Shows, right now, would be Jossverse, Grey's, Betty, Heroes, Nip/Tuck, Dirt, Big Love, and so on.

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[flyingtapes.livejournal.com]

Can a girl sneak in Rome? 'Cause I want Vorenus and his dark twisty brains.

If not, then Cristina.

[rozk.livejournal.com]

1. Vorenus knows that he should not have hesitated before killing Niobe; he also knows that she was the best wife she could be. She had Evander's child; she was, for all she knew, a widow at the time. He should have killed her; she killed herself to save him from committing an injustice. This is why he lets his children hate him, because if he had done the righteous thing, they ought to because he cursed them; if he sinned, it is his punishment.
2. Vorenus did not mind that Cleopatra was a bad woman, because she was not a Roman and knew no better. She was his master's woman and he would serve her, or kill her, as his master required. She was also the mother of his friend's son, however much she had lied about that. When she asked him to save the boy, it allowed him to leave her alive in her other treacheries without second thoughts and without regret.
3. Dying at home in his own bed with his children pious around him and his friend who had brought him home at his side was the easiest thing Vorenus ever had to do. He knew that he had been a good man, on the whole, who had served his masters and served the Republic, as far as both had been possible, and who had been ill-served by the Fates. He was, though he never used the title after the Ides of March, a Senator of Rome, and a soldier of the Thirteenth Legion, and the Judges would owe him some respect. His wife had slipped over the balcony and paid any debts she owed him. If Niobewas not waiting for him when the boatman Charon brought him across Lethe, if she was in Tartarus or wherever else adultresses went, he would ask for her politely, first, and then break open any gates that kept him from her. That was all.

[selenak.livejournal.com]

*adores the truth of this*

[rozk.livejournal.com]

1. The day Meredith died was the worst day of Cristina's life, even though they brought her back. It showed Cristina that things might happen in life that would break her beyond repair. She learned that day that she was someone who would cry in helplessness just like an ordinary person and she wondered whether she would ever have cried like that for Burke. Meredith came back, and Cristina was glad; Meredith's mother had died, and Cristina helped Meredith grieve. Sometimes she wondered what people who had seen her cry for Meredith thought of her, and did not, could not, ask them.
2. Cristina loved to cut. She loved the feel of steel between her fingers and the way that flesh would open for her like a pink and red flower; it was the purest pleasure she knew. It worried her, a little, what she might have done for that pleasure if she had not had it as her right.
3. In a dress that chafed and caged her flesh until she could not believe that it was still white, that it had not torn into her and made her bleed it scarlet - with a necklace around her that choked and weighed her down until she could neither breathe nor stand - alone with Meredith in the apartment where she had lived with Burke, and would no longer- Cristina felt Meredith's scissors slice her into freedom, felt Meredith's arms around her. And opened like a flower.