Hideaway Strath enumero

The news was delivered in a tone familiar.

Internally, Aquillius brimmed with dark humor. He even laughed a little, only a quick inhale then gone. Cornelius, no doubt, thought he was playing the hero, the gallant knight saving every little creature that cried help.

He would walk into the river with an adder on his back and ask it why it bit him in the center. He would stay in the desert trying to be a hero with the heathens, the hedonists and the vultures. It mattered little to Aquillius. 

A few gravesites. A garden, ravaged by time and weather. I’m not familiar with plantlife, so I’m not sure if it is helpful or poisons.

Delivered in that same, emotionless tone. Aquillius and his father were the same mirror, reflecting into infinity. Aquillius was everything Germanicus could have been, and Germanicus was everything Aquillius might be.