Rufilla Latin Translation To English
Beverly Denmark
Every evening, the family of Lucius Caecilius Lucundus recline to have dinner. And every evening, nothing ever seems to go quite to plan. praying no one finds this because its crack but i tried to write it semi decently. enjoy ig. also my latin exam is on tuesday. help.
Together, they clambered down, hands reaching over each other, limbs briefly entwining and parting like the threads of their lives had ever been in the tapestry of history. The pattern ended with them standing side by side, a matched pair.
The cambridge latin course has a fandom, so I thought it was high time that it got a my immortal retelling. Trigger warnings will be at the beginning of each chapter. Assumes the reader has finished book 1 of clc and is somewhat far into book 2.
Lucia had been alone for as long as she could remember.
Such was the fate of the daughter of a wealthy Pompeiian family.
She was born to run a household and get married.
Her destiny was set in stone before she took her first breath.
And she was losing hope and she would ever be able to break free of the societal norms thrust upon her.
Caecilius examined you carefully, reading every change in your expression. He unconsciously fumbled with his fingers, clearly wanting to avoid this conversation with you. You redirected your gaze to meet his, eyes weighted with hurt and denial, wondering why he would keep this from you.
A pure crack story I wrote (and turned in) as a latin assignment in 7th grade. like 80% sure I got full marks for the latin translation of this as well
Technically Quintus/His-Girl-My-Latin-Class-Basically-Made-Up, but it's like, barely mentioned, so-