Greek Bronze Chalcidian Helmet, Late 4th Century BC
Formed of a single heavy sheet, the domed crown with tall crest-holder, short flaring neck-guard, helmet and cheekpieces edged with a separately-applied moulded band, similar separately-applied brows with bud-like terminals, rivet with attachment ring at front, two attachment sockets either side, back of helmet and cheekpieces pierced once
Golden pendant with
decoration, bearing a portrait of Alexander the Great. Artist unknown; 4th cent. CE. Found at Aboukir, Egypt; now in the Walters Art Museum, Baltimore. Photo credit: Walters Art Museum.
Ok, so @magicaldestiny was SO KIND to let me off the hook for her birthday fic while I was drowning in Spacedogs stories. So I would like to thank her for that and say….LOOK! I remembered to do the thing, months later. Please forgive the lateness - as well as how incredibly sappy this is m’dear.
Will pulled the blanket around him,
trying to control the shivers that wracked his body. This was worse than the cliff - worse than the sound of his skull rattling as
Jack screamed for Hannibal to stop the saw. Will let himself loll to the side, head
thumping weakly on the arm of the sofa. Through half-closed eyes, Will saw
calf-leather loafers shuffling toward him.
“If you were
planning to kill me again, now would be a great time,” Will moaned, letting his
eyes fall closed. He heard the clink of a tray as it settled on the coffee
table before he felt himself being pulled upright and settled against a warm, solid mass.
dream of killing you,” Hannibal murmured in Will’s ear, offering him a steaming
cup of tea. “Unless
you wipe your nose on my hand loomed throw again.”
for that.” The tea smelled of ginger, Will gulped it down.
yet the stain remains.”
“You know you
actually gutted me, right? Like, my actual innards spilled out.”
that more than you’ll ever know.” Hannibal sighed, pressing a kiss behind
Will’s ear. “I’m
sure the floors had to be refinished. They were original to the house.”
“If I wasn’t
three seconds from dying, I’d smack you.”
ridiculous, Will. You’ve got hours before dehydration would even seriously
threaten you.” Hannibal held up a bowl of soup and made Will swallow a few
spoonfuls. “There, I’ve just bought you another half hour, at least.”
ever talk to you about bedside manor?”
smirked. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
“Sex puns? When I’m too weak to defend myself? Have you no mercy?”
“None.” Hannibal fed Will a few more swallows of soup before setting the bowl on the
table. “Now, how shall we wait out this illness? I could read to you? Perhaps
his mouth, then snapped it shut. Hannibal frowned.
want to do it.”
“I would have
thought after the incident in Pallentine Chapel, you’d know there is very
little I’m not willing to do to and for you.”
“For the last
time, if I had known that goddamn nun was watching us, I wouldn’t have-”
heroum qui bello Troico interfuerunt 16 “Sarpedoni”
I, Sarpedon of Lycia, born of Jove,
Hoped to reach heaven through my father’s godhead;
Instead, I am covered by this mound of earth
And bewept with tears of blood. O iron
He too feels grief who had the power to prevent it. Sarpedon Lycius,
genitus Iove, numine patris
sperabam caelum, set tegor hoc
sanguineis fletus lacrimis: pro ferrea fata,
et patitur luctum, qui prohibere
Sarpedon is slain by Patroclus (right) while Glaucus tries in vain to protect him. Protolucanian red-figure hydria, attributed to the Policoro Painter; ca. 400 BCE. Found in the so-called “Tomb of the Policoro Painter,” Heraclea; now in the Museo Archeologico Nazionale di Policoro.