Fortune Favors Us

[Agron]

Tag: Pietros

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron was adjusting to life as a farmer as . . . well as could be expected. The limitations of his hand certainly made things less of a choice. There had been a few survivors of the rebellion, and those former gladiators, as well as others who created strong bonds, had remained close. Well, anyone who wished to. They were well out of the clutches of grasp and were living quite comfortably on the land. It seemed so . . . calm. A thing that Agron was not used to. All that brought it ease was Nasir. For he was able to be with him, to live him with. The fact that he lived through the brutal war placed Agron in a perpetual state of relief and joy. He was happy with the man he loved . . . and he was not the only one.

 Barca and Pietros had also found fortune in both of their survivals, and both resided quite close to Agron and Nasir. They had all bonded, Agron more so with them in the ludus, and Nasir finding friendship in them as well. Which was why when Barca requested that Agron check on Pietros during his absence, Agron readily agreed. The same way he trusted Braca to go with Nasir to intended destination. It was what brought Agron outside of Pietros' door, knocking on the other end. "Open fucking door," he said as more of a tease than anything else. His words, tone, and curse would make it fairly easy to recognize who it was.

[Pietros]

Barca had left for the day, and while Pietros missed his presense when his lover wasn't around, he no longer felt the fear seize his throat at the idea that Barca might not return. He had once told Barca that the word freedom felt foreign even to speak, and while he had been free after the rebellion at Batiatus' ludus, he hadn't truly felt it until they'd gone beyond the Alps and out of battle. Barca did not need to put himself in danger anymore, and Pietros could finally breathe freely.

They even had a small number of birds again. Most of them lived outside in lofts they'd built to be safe from predators, but they had grown very tame in Pietros and Barca's hands. One had recently returned home injurred, and Pietros was inside, cooing gently at it and stroking it's head when the knock came to the door. He jumped slightly, then rolled his eyes at Agron's words. He got up, tucking the bird between one hand and his chest as he opened the door. He gave Agron a small smirk. "Does this visit serve purpose, or have you just come to curse at me?" he said, amused.

Tag: Agron

[Agron]

When Pietros opened the door, Agron gave a slight smirk of amusement at his question. "I come to offer company," he said, stepping inside. At least the man was alive and uninjured. Technically Agron's woel was done, but he had come to see Pietros as a friend.

And thus, enjoyed his company rather than felt obligated to remain in it. "With others to market, I came to ensure you not too dulled absent work," he added on as another tease. "How does the day fare for you?" He wanted to make sure all was well. Despite the peace that they had found here . . . Agrons guard was never truly fully lowered.

Pietros