Foggy Bottom Way [m] el mar

the situation devolved.

as imperator, this was his matter to control. and yet he remained sickened, stunned, unmoving as silvertongue's white teeth flashed for him.

a goodly part of germanicus, greater than the sum of himself, knew it was deserved.

flesh moved rote, automatically. the collision of his body with that of cornelius moved the eagle to foist his son out of his way with a reflexive twitch of his shoulder.

valiria had descended on the riverwoman, and aquillius set his teeth as well. 

silvertongue began to twist, lashing for pale daughter or dark son, and wounds were soon rent in her own skin.

"stop!" he thundered. "enough. to me, now." his words belonged upon a churned and bloodstained field.

no more for this. no more for her. 

and yet in her gasping mouth there was a laugh, a promise. the woman fixed her eyes upon him from where she was pinned against the earth and germanicus knew she would follow him to the ends of the world.