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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 repoussé 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.

         “I wouldn’t 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.”

         “I apologized for that.” The tea smelled of ginger, Will gulped it down.

         “Hmmm, and yet the stain remains.”

         “You know you actually gutted me, right? Like, my actual innards spilled out.”

         “I regret 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.”

         “Don’t be 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.”

         “Did Hopkins ever talk to you about bedside manor?”

         Hannibal smirked. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

         Will sneered. “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 play something?”

         Will opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. Hannibal frowned.


         “You won’t 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-”

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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 Fates!
He too feels grief who had the power to prevent it.

Sarpedon Lycius, genitus Iove, numine patris
    sperabam caelum, set tegor hoc tumulo
sanguineis fletus lacrimis: pro ferrea fata,
    et patitur luctum, qui prohibere potest.

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.