horace - jupiter - seventeen
horace felt downright miserable. his eyes were on his plate. he sighed. his arm throbbed. the cut hurt like hell, and would surely leave a scar. he bit into the small bar of ambrosia, the taste of warm brownies warming him uo momentarily. the bandage was already soaked with blood. his handsome face was filled with anger. his shield was still strapped across his back, pilum on the floor next to him.
he sighed and poked his knife and fork into his steak. he bit into a piece, grumbling with satisfaction. his right hand brushed across the white horsehair plume of his spartan helmet. "crud..." horace murmered as his arm flared up with pain. a few people (including the daughter of venus who followed him around everywhere) sat down by him. she giggled and put her hand on his arm. he gave her a weak smile, and a huff. "jessica, if you could take your hand off of my wounded arm, that'd be nice." he said quietly. she gasped. "oh, i'm sorry, boo!"
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