[ The tattoo is one of things about being a Roman that makes Heather feel like a bonafide badass. She once wanted a tiny shamrock, as a symbol of the necklace she gave away once upon a time. This year marks her full third year as a Legionnaire and, frankly, she couldn't be prouder. This was one a girl who lacked ambition, now building a renewed sense of duty to her fallen Leigon.
She comes dressed in her more respectable SPQR shirt, hardly cut except for the more opened collar. For ceremonial purposes, the only jewelry she has is the dagger ring and the only weapon at her side is the spear she inherited from her grandfather. (Surely Venus will understand leaving the shield behind just this once. She honors her mother daily - it's the war part of her heritage Heather tends to skim over.)
Lifting a finger, she swipes a spot of lipstick from under her lip and stands tall, shoulders back. ]
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She comes dressed in her more respectable SPQR shirt, hardly cut except for the more opened collar. For ceremonial purposes, the only jewelry she has is the dagger ring and the only weapon at her side is the spear she inherited from her grandfather. (Surely Venus will understand leaving the shield behind just this once. She honors her mother daily - it's the war part of her heritage Heather tends to skim over.)
Lifting a finger, she swipes a spot of lipstick from under her lip and stands tall, shoulders back. ]