11-22-2016, 03:12 PM
Victor wanted to snap at Caesar with all the repressed anger he held towards the younger man, he knew his hips weren't going to get any narrower after what happened last night, a woman's shape was going to be his bleak reminder of the say he lost his individuality. When his life became Caesar's and he could do nothing to stop the process, as he watched the change in headlines on the daily paper at the breakfast table, he never looked amused and it was almost as if he had sunk into a type of depression. Though one of the only things that kept him from shoving the butter knife through his suitor's eye was the thought of seeing his baby girls again, he was staring off through the patio window the day before their wedding, he didn't eat what was on his plate this day. His mind was somewhere else.
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