prométhée moderne.

   ❝ soldiers  ,    from  the  heights  of  these  pyramids  ,    forty centuries   look  down  upon  us  !

( sel. / priv. )
NAPOLEON I.

   history based with heavy insp. from l.m.m's hamilton , comics by j.m & hertz: le triangle secret.

almostincorruptible.

“En effet, it isn’t, however, I hardly doubt that YOURS is the only way.”

     Augustin fiercely furrowed his brows at this for him rather weak excuse from his fellow Consul’s side, compressed his lips to a stiff frown, the corners of his mouth almost painfully twisting downwards, something he could barely rememeber that it has ever happened before near Napoléon with such an ill-boding context; out of nervousness, embarrassment, of course, mainly during the first couple of weeks after their first encounter, but disappointment, ANGER even?

  His chagrin has always yielded to his affection for him. Seemingly the tabels had turned, he could merely stare in disbelief at the man he in fact LOVED with every beat of his heart, would have gone to hell and back with, but right no wasn’t able to recognize at all; now as he obliquely proclaimed intending to abolish the Republic, French democracy which they had so violently ripped from the Directory’s hands, the ones stained with his own brother’s blood, in favour of another monarchy, the crown resting on top of Napoléon’s very own head.

It made his stomach turn, BILE literally rise in his throat.

     Taking a couple of steps closer to the other, actually having to drag along his left leg, still walking with a limp from his fall of grace, well, to be fully correct, out of a window, as the fractures have never really healed properly in the first place, a small hiss escaped him, breath faltering in burning lungs at the dull pain which shot through his leg once it touched the ground. The younger Robespierre let his gaze hover over Napoléon, DISTRAUGHT eyes fixated at this marble face of his, unmoving as it seemed to have become more and more often since his, their, rise to power.

He wasn’t JOKING, not even the tiniest bit; and this only made things worse than they already were.

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“You don’t really believe that I would support this, don’t you? That’s not what my brother DIED for.”

              “ augustin …   i’ll  hold  a  plebiscite.    if  it’s  the  will  of  the  people …      republican  principles  shall  remain  the  foundations  of  the  french  government. ”        he’s  torn  apart  by  conflict  :   ideology   versus  necessity.   rousseau versus voltaire.    jacobinism  versus  royalism.

             it  pains  him  to  be  forced  to  choose    -   for  the  greater  good  of  france.     cadoual  showed  him  what  disaster  could  befall  france  if  he  dies  now     -    the  bourbon  pretender  bides  his  time      &      europe  still  does not  recognize  him  as  the  legitimate  head  of  the  french  government.

              bonaparte  cannot  show  weakness    -     it  is  he  who  is  the  first  consul.   not  augustin.    the  days  of  the  incorruptible  are  over   -    of  the   jacobins  not  in  his  government  ,    only  extremist  canaille  is  left.       &   he’ll  gladly  open  fire  on  them.        lips  are  pressed   against  each  other  :    his  temper  shows.  

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              “  CRISTADCIU !    tell  me  -  what  is  your  idea ?   guillotine  everyone  who  doesn’t  agree ?    fight  europe  for  the  rest  of  my  life ?    i’m  tired  of  war.   france  can’t  keep  sending  soldiers  to  their  graves    and  we  all  know  what  will  happen  when  they  join  forces  against  us.   ”      words   are   hard  ,     cut   through  the  air     -     does  he  mean  them ?    fists  clenched ;    it’s  a  good  thing  there’s  no  vase  in  his  proximity   -    or  else  it’d  be  smashed.        “  your  brother  is  dead  ,    augustin.   DEAD.    just  like  his  cause. ”