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"Fuck the gods."
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Heart belongs to Nasir
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Post by Agron on Jun 3, 2017 2:34:08 GMT
 Tag: @duro blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron had barley said a word upon his return. His spirits were shattered. The Romans had seemingly taken everything from him. Stripped him of his identity as a warrior. What was left of him but a useless vessel. One that would never grip sword; one that would never fight again. Additionally, it was not just sword that his hands could not grasp. But anything. The sensitive flesh rendering them as useless as the man they belonged to. The gash on his chest would heal, just as would the evidence of the beatings on his face and body. But his hands. The two holes. Not even crucified by the wrists. He would never forget Ceasar's face; that smug grin as he hammered the nails into his palms. An image that would haunt him for days to come.
A memorial was held to honor the falling and after that, Nasir and Duro helped him to his tent. Nasir hurried off to get clean bandages and food, not wanting to leave Agron for long but Duro was here. Agron simply just sat at the edge of the bed, eyes downcast to the floor. What could he do? What could he so? No words found his tongue and actions did not come easy. He doubted he could even undress himself and now having to sit here in front of his brother . . . he felt utterly ashamed. Humiliated at what had happened to him, and how it had left him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 13:08:06 GMT
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath
It had been taking all that Duro had not to spin himself up into a temper and unleash his fury all around him. The fucking gall of those Roman fucks to nail his beloved older brother to a cross; to dare to torture him that way! To send him back to them allowing himself to believe that he was broken now, or worse than useless.
Duro had been raised by this man and he often knew the workings of Agron's mind better than he knew his own.
He knew that Nasir would be back soon with items to care for brother, but Duro would have words with Agron, first, before too many harmful thoughts could take damning root within his mind.
"Stop it," he said softly, as he came to crouch in front of his brother. If his brother would not lift his head, then Duro would simply put himself on the same physical level as he currently was. "Dark thoughts as those do you no honor, Agron. You will heal and you will make them curse the day they ever thought to render defenseless a prince of the lands East of the Rhine."
Because Duro did not have doubt when it came to Agron. His brother always had been and always would be the focal point of his life and he knew that his brother would heal from this. His brother would lay waste to cities for what had been done.
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Gladiator | Rebel
"Fuck the gods."
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Heart belongs to Nasir
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Dec 23, 2019 17:14:13 GMT
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Post by Agron on Jun 4, 2017 15:50:54 GMT
Tag: @duro blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron's gaze still averted his brother's despite Duro's accommodation as he crouched before him. His words made Agron's heart ache . . . wishing he could be all that Duro said. All that he saw him to be. But, he wasn't. He was a cripple. Utterly useless now in this war and as a man. "Such a time will come when it is too late," Agron said in a low voice, not bothering to mask the pain from it. Duro knew him too well, and . . . Agron lacked the strength to guard himself. To emotionally steel himself. His words, referring to a time of healing being too late.
He needed his capabilities as a fight now, where it counted. Where it mattered. But, he would not be given that. He would go with the others beyond the Alps. For, there was no further use for him as a warrior. As a general. "There is no honor in what I am." Agron felt his eyes moisten with tears, hating to cry in front of his brother but the trauma and repercussions were all too much; too intense to conceal. "I return as fucking burden to you both." To Duro and Nasir. He could not grasp anything, literally. He could not hold or take care of himself with ease. It was humiliating, and he wished the gods had stripped him of life upon that cross . . . if only to spare the others of the failed man he'd returned as.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2017 1:05:52 GMT
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath
Duro was unable to hold back the growl that pulled itself from his throat as he heard such pain-filled words from his brother.
He reached out and grabbed his brother's face between his own hands and forced him to lift his head to meet his eyes. "Listen to me you fucking ass. You are not a burden. Not to me. Not to Nasir. Definitely not to Spartacus. You did not see his eyes when he brought you back to us. He feels guilt for what was done to you."
A guilt that Spartacus did not deserve to hold, but he always did because he felt responsible for each thing that happened to any one of them. Agron and Duro now stood as the last two to have been with him at House Batiatus and seeing Agron so wounded had broken their leader's heart even more than it already had been.
"That you yet live and breathe is a gift, Agron. If you refuse to see the guft you hold, then do not try to steal this gift from Nasir or from me. You live and that means everything. You will heal. You hear me, brother? You. Will. Fucking. Heal."
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Gladiator | Rebel
"Fuck the gods."
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Heart belongs to Nasir
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Rebel General
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euphoria
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Dec 23, 2019 17:14:13 GMT
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Post by Agron on Jun 15, 2017 21:03:57 GMT
Tag: @duro blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron felt his heart ache upon hearing Duro speak of the guilt Spartacus held. His eyes forced to meet his brother's, though he feared the defeat that were in them. For his whole long, he had wished to stand strong in his brother's presence. To be someone that Duro could rely on. And right now . . . he felt for the first time, crumbled. Weak. Vulnerable in a way he had never been before. They had endured the hardships of life together, yet in this moment, his identity forcibly stripped from him left Agron more empty than he had thought possible. "What life remains, Duro?" Agron questioned quietly. The guilt continued to weigh at him, hearing Duro remind him of those Agron held dear. His brother. Spartacus. Nasir.
"Absent fucking hands, what aid could I be to Spartacus? What life could I offer Nasir?" He had once left to give Nasir his best chance to live; now returned to . . . what, offer shit and piss to him as a man with no use of hands or any worth. "Blood and battle is all I have ever known." Words once said to Nasir during the last night before he left. "What is left now, Duro? What path awaits us?" Us. Because he knew he was not alone. "Would they have fucking taken my life and instead, they took spirit." His soul. Now he was but a vessel. Broken and shattered. Duro spoke that he would heal and he wanted so desperately to believe his brother. But how long would it be . . . if ever.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2017 2:24:04 GMT
I've wasted time, I've wasted breath It was taking everything that Duro had not to let loose of the fragile hold he had on his temper and storm out in the direction of the Roman fucks who had dared to lay such harm upon his brother. The only thing that kept him from that action was the fact that right now he could not leave Agron alone and on his own. So, he would have to do his best to hold onto all he had and not do anything until Nasir returned.
And then...
Then he would be free to avenge grievous wounds done to brother.
For now, though, Agron needed him here to keep him from speaking of stupid fucking things like the idea that he was useless to Nasir and Spartacus in any way.
"You will heal," Duro said firmly. "You will heal and you will find place again. Not that place will ever be lost no matter what you seem to think right now."
Because he knew that Spartacus would always consider Agron Brother and General. Nasir would always consider Agron lover and other part of himself. And Duro, himself, would always consider Agron to be cherished elder brother and mentor. Everything he did in his life was strides to make Agron proud of him.
"There are many paths that we have yet to tread and tread them we will, Agron. Together!" This time he couldn't stop the snarl nor the curling of his lip and baring of his teeth when Agron said that he should have died. "Ending of your life would have ended life of Nasir and my own, as well, Agron. Are our lives so easy to throw behind you?"
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