charloft 100 drabbles - 88. Two of Wands *Flashback - A.D. 409*

[on_holy_ground]

Darius looked out over the ruined city. Every breath he took here, every moment he stayed, was like a sword in his gut. Rome had always been Alaric’s vision, never his own. He was never meant for such a soft life as this one

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[andre_korda]

*claps* Very nicely done.

[on_holy_ground]

Thank you. :)