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Aug 15, 2019 20:00:49 GMT
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Post by castus on Aug 13, 2019 19:21:19 GMT
As Castus stoked the fire a little more, one of the many people of Spartacus’s forces sat beside him. He barely knew this man aside from remembering him occasionally joining dice games in Sinuessa. That felt like a life time ago. The man wore a smile that Castus didn’t trust and started the conversation bluntly. “Your heart must have sunk when you saw Agron among those returned.”
Castus regarded the man coldly, making it clear that the statement was unwelcome. “You could not be more wrong.”
“Come now, you are among friends.” That Castus highly doubted “And it is commonly known that you desire the Syrian boy.”
Something inside Castus snapped, perhaps it was the trivialisation of the situation he had been in or the fact that he, Nasir and Agron were clearly now fodder for idle tongues among the rebels. Either way, he rounded on the man.
“What my heart feels is of no consequence. Nasir had made his wishes clear and I respect them as much as I respect both men. Agron is Nasir’s heart, I may not have understood that once but now I do. I have seen the full measure of the man and know the love he bares for Nasir to be a thing that you or I could only dream to receive. Now be gone from my sight and cease wagging tongue lest I do it for you, understand?”
This voice was low and full of anger, his body tense and made ready for a fight if the man did not comply with his demand.
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