*walks in on yours undressing* *Sees scars* Look! That's one's in the shape of a smiley face!! :D You should see mine- No wait. If we're the same person, does that mean we have the same scars? I can't see my back, so I don't know...
Remus rolled his eyes and made a face as he pulled his tunic over his head. “Quit fooling around, brother. We may be twins, but not every scar is the same.”
The smile returned to Romulus’s face in full radiance. Joy bursted from his soul and filled the air around him. He reached forward and took his brother by the arm.
"Come on then!" He cheered with a laugh in his voice as he began to walk in the direction of his domus. "You must tell me all about what I have missed! Surely, my brother must have seen some incredible victories!"
Remus laughed as his brother practically dragged him along. “A few spats with some Etruscans, and a few thieves. Other than that, things have been quiet. I’ve been working with the senators in the capital, and I’ve been raising two sons.”
"Well, you sound like you could used a rest!" Romulus replied as he pulled his brother off the busy street and into an entrance squeezed between a bakery and a fast-food stand. The domus behind the shops was a decent size, showing a man wealthy enough to have a good home, but not too wealthy to be unwelcoming. The atrium seemed as glad as its host for the visit. Mosaics of ancient myths spread across the floor like words on a scroll. The walls of the atrium were covered in the first style since so many other rooms branched off it that there wasn’t much space for too much decor. The other rooms had second or third styles where space allowed. In the corner of the atrium, stood a small household alter to Fortuna, Saturn, and Vesta.
"If you keep going forward," informed Romulus, "and to the right of the garden is the dining room. I’ll gather some food, wine, and herbs and we can relax in there. Oh! Please feel free to look around, as you wish!"
"You always know how to make people feel welcome, Quirinus." Remus said as he took in every last detail, from the tiles to the ceiling. As a child, Remus had always imagined what kind of house he and his brother would have when they were older, and this was it. From enjoying the beauty of his brother’s home, his mind wandered to old memories. A fond smile was in his face and his eyes became slightly dreamy. He remembered their childhood, growing up along the Tiber, tending to the sheep and causing mischief.
Romulus had already rushed off to gather what was needed. Bread and wine were placed on the central table and the herbs were gently gathered and placed into a bowl for use. Once that was done, Romulus glanced around to find that his brother was still taking his time in admiring the home. The tranquility on Remus’s face stopped Romulus from calling out to him. Instead, Romulus sat on stood in the opening from the dining room to the garden, so Remus could find him easily.
If one moved from the atrium to the garden, they would pass though Romulus’s study, which was a simple room with walls covered in the second style. After the study, the garden would have taken the visitor’s breath away. It laid in an enclosed courtyard, open to the heavens above. Beautiful flowers, shrubs, vines, and the occasional herb grew happily in the sun. The floors around the garden were mosaics of myths of both Greek and Roman heroes that the brothers had been raised with. There was a statue on three sides of the rectangular garden: Alexander the Great, Mars, and another Fortuna. In the middle of the garden was a large fountain with a female wolf nursing two babies as the centerpiece.
Romulus found himself enjoying the looks on his brother’s face.