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Aug 16, 2019 23:19:21 GMT
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 16:19:00 GMT
“Lie still or you’ll open the wound and the Medicus will have a fit.” Donar scolded with a loving smile. Agron was awake and trying to get back to work, after days of fear his love was going to pull through.
He waited until the reluctant patient settled once more on the bunk of their bed in their shared tent. “You were near death for almost seven days, I feared I would lose you but no, you fought. You always fight.”
Leaning down, he softly kissed Agron’s lips which were dry from his long time unconscious. Though he never wanted to kiss the over man, Donar pulled away quickly but kept their faces close. “I swear, Agron, by the sweet breath of Sjöfn herself, I love you like no other.” Anyone else who heard him speak might be surprise, Donar wasn’t a pious man but he did believe in his peoples Gods though hadn't prayed or invoked them since his enslavement. He had no time for the false Gods of the Roman Republic, he swore his love to the true Goddess of Love just as he had prayed to their true Germani Gods ever since Agron's injury. The Roman cunt that had struck him down had not bested Agron nor had he faced him in fair fight, no he had nearly taken Donar's love from this world with a cowardly attack from behind.
He and Agron were far from their Motherland and far from their people but home was wherever they found the other.
Moving to lie beside his wounded lover, he could feel the fear that had been gripping him for the past seven days begin to ebb away. Agron would live.
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