He digs the nail of his thumb into the thick skin and starts peeling it. Horatius finds himself glued to his seat, his mouth dry. Water, wine, anything, he thinks. But there is no respite, no vessel big enough to contain that which he needs to quench his thirst.
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Horatius pines for Rictus, wants nothing more than his golden emperor. And yet.. he can’t have him.
Really wanted to do a painting like this for a while now, I absolutely love painting close ups like this, it allows me to add so much more detail to everything.
Anyway, I love these boys, I got a bad case of Horatius brainworms and I fear it’s terminal
Please enjoy! ♥️😌
Alysha
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