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Fannish 50 - #1 Excerpt from upcoming fic :3
Here's the first post for Fannish 50!
I've been writing a fic for Antony/Octavia for quite some time. It's still very incomplete, but I want to share a bit of it. (Yes, I know. It's a bit of an easy move to start with such post, but my excuse is that I'm studying for finals. 😜)
I just think their relationship is nowhere near enough explored. Perhaps it's the fault of a certain English playwright for creating a work where he's head over heels for another, or/and Antony did divorce Octavia quite soon after they tied the knot. But even still, Octavia tried to make it work by her own... and that was where I got the idea to start writing this. As of now, they only have 2 fics on Ao3--and they're not exclusive fics of the ship. (I've excluded HBO Rome because I hate that show; also they're rather "characters" of its own thing, as is mine; and mine have nothing to do with that show.) So I took the matters in my hands... my very slow hands! But I'm trying.
Here's the excerpt from one chapter, where Octavia worries about the integrity of their relationship.
I've been writing a fic for Antony/Octavia for quite some time. It's still very incomplete, but I want to share a bit of it. (Yes, I know. It's a bit of an easy move to start with such post, but my excuse is that I'm studying for finals. 😜)
I just think their relationship is nowhere near enough explored. Perhaps it's the fault of a certain English playwright for creating a work where he's head over heels for another, or/and Antony did divorce Octavia quite soon after they tied the knot. But even still, Octavia tried to make it work by her own... and that was where I got the idea to start writing this. As of now, they only have 2 fics on Ao3--and they're not exclusive fics of the ship. (I've excluded HBO Rome because I hate that show; also they're rather "characters" of its own thing, as is mine; and mine have nothing to do with that show.) So I took the matters in my hands... my very slow hands! But I'm trying.
Here's the excerpt from one chapter, where Octavia worries about the integrity of their relationship.
Octavia wasn’t particularly nervous about the actions that would most likely entail—she was not a maiden after all. And Antonius was hardly a total stranger at that point. Her concern was about her own actions compromising the carefully constructed plans of Octavianus.
Had she already thrown her brother’s chances off, unknowingly making a big mistake? What could be the reason for his overlooking her?
On their first night together, her new husband, Marcus Antonius, had not touched her at all. Did not even spare a glance her way, and there was no mention of the instance in the next morning… or the ones following it, on that ship.
Octavia wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be offended, or not. She was above such pettiness, but… A man like Antonius, who had his name tied to a great many kinds of love, mostly infamous, spared merely ignorance to her—and it would have been a lie to claim that it didn’t hurt in the slightest her pride, or whatever emotion she felt inside her chest.
Was she that appalling?
Perhaps it was her age—she was not very young anymore—or her kids…? That was not likely either. He looked like he was genuinely having fun with Marcella, breaking his fast with her placed on his lap.
Her hand caressed her bump on her stomach.
“Time moves against us,” he had said. It had not been a couple of days before he asked to go to Athens, after all. And he had some age to him, and well, he had snored the moment he laid his head on the cushion…
Octavia wanted to believe Antonius had been tired, is all. Because she could not ruin this marriage. A strange churn formed in her stomach. Her brother did not explicitly let it out, but it was expected of her to make sure Antonius would not “stray away” again.
It would not be an easy task. But that’s why Octavianus trusted her with it.
Had she already thrown her brother’s chances off, unknowingly making a big mistake? What could be the reason for his overlooking her?
On their first night together, her new husband, Marcus Antonius, had not touched her at all. Did not even spare a glance her way, and there was no mention of the instance in the next morning… or the ones following it, on that ship.
Octavia wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be offended, or not. She was above such pettiness, but… A man like Antonius, who had his name tied to a great many kinds of love, mostly infamous, spared merely ignorance to her—and it would have been a lie to claim that it didn’t hurt in the slightest her pride, or whatever emotion she felt inside her chest.
Was she that appalling?
Perhaps it was her age—she was not very young anymore—or her kids…? That was not likely either. He looked like he was genuinely having fun with Marcella, breaking his fast with her placed on his lap.
Her hand caressed her bump on her stomach.
“Time moves against us,” he had said. It had not been a couple of days before he asked to go to Athens, after all. And he had some age to him, and well, he had snored the moment he laid his head on the cushion…
Octavia wanted to believe Antonius had been tired, is all. Because she could not ruin this marriage. A strange churn formed in her stomach. Her brother did not explicitly let it out, but it was expected of her to make sure Antonius would not “stray away” again.
It would not be an easy task. But that’s why Octavianus trusted her with it.