This is an RP for Ponti and me.
The moments after everyone had escaped Curia except Aulus Junius Horatius who laid on the steps at the middle while Severus was making his way towards the Curia goes as followed:
Aulus, left on his knees watches as no one answers his pleas and the senators start to stream out of the Curia. Soldiers are holding the rioting Plebians so that they may pass. as coninsidence or not the storm clouds that Aulus had seen while speaking in the Rostra had reached rome. It was getting awfully dark and windy. Aulus who knew he had failed to preseve the Republic as a whole and strong power was broken. Limbing towards the seat in middle of the Curia.
After a while it was quiet, everyone had fled to their Villas or with Consul Gnaeus. Aulus cursed for them a while before he hung his head in his harms only thinking of his family and the Horatii as the defenders of Rome while he, the eldest descendant of this ancient family was powerless to stop all of this from happening.
It was dark.
Aulus felt the spit that Gnaeus had spat on him and he wiped it off from his cheek. He had truly lost almost everything.
The darkness got silent, the plebeians had probably been scared off by Aquilas soldiers and were running to meet Severus, their savior.
"Mortui vivos docent." rang in his head as he stayed laying at the steps in the middle alone.











