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Spartacus daemon!AU art.

Blurb about Julius Caesar and his Indian Scops Owl daemon, Perlita:
Perlita is an Italian name meaning "pearl"

He stormed into his tent, silently fuming, wanting nothing more than to knock Tiberius' head from his shoulders.

"Calm, dearest," Perlita cooed to him as she perched on the stand specifically meant for her. "Calm."

"I am calm!"

Perlita fluffed up her feathers, looking twice her size, and he sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face. "Apologies, my heart," he said as he crossed to the stand, reaching up to stroke his knuckles over her feathers. "The boy...he is just so Gods be damned frustrating."

"Spoiled children typically are, dearest," she replied, nipping lightly at his fingers, eyes shining brightly.

Caesar sighed and rubbed a hand over his face again. "Crassus should have left the boy in Rome," he grumbled as he shook his head. "This mission would go more smoothly without inexperienced whelps mucking things up at every turn."

Perlita hummed lightly. "Crassus will see to his son," she said as she leapt over to Caesar's shoulder. "Until then, bite your tongue and be the loyal soldier. Our time will come soon enough."

He smiled and stroked her feathers again, knowing she was right. She often was.

Description

Spartacus daemon!AU art.

Blurb about Julius Caesar and his Indian Scops Owl daemon, Perlita:
Perlita is an Italian name meaning "pearl"

He stormed into his tent, silently fuming, wanting nothing more than to knock Tiberius' head from his shoulders.

"Calm, dearest," Perlita cooed to him as she perched on the stand specifically meant for her. "Calm."

"I am calm!"

Perlita fluffed up her feathers, looking twice her size, and he sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face. "Apologies, my heart," he said as he crossed to the stand, reaching up to stroke his knuckles over her feathers. "The boy...he is just so Gods be damned frustrating."

"Spoiled children typically are, dearest," she replied, nipping lightly at his fingers, eyes shining brightly.

Caesar sighed and rubbed a hand over his face again. "Crassus should have left the boy in Rome," he grumbled as he shook his head. "This mission would go more smoothly without inexperienced whelps mucking things up at every turn."

Perlita hummed lightly. "Crassus will see to his son," she said as she leapt over to Caesar's shoulder. "Until then, bite your tongue and be the loyal soldier. Our time will come soon enough."

He smiled and stroked her feathers again, knowing she was right. She often was.