A Clandestineless Meeting

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos jumped from his ship and took pause to gather his land legs before setting off to stride down the dock. Land ho! He grinned knowing soon his men would have everything unloaded and coin would be his! With coin came a visit to nearest tavern, or brothel where he would spend the first three nights. Only three because he was getting older and his stamina was slowing down.

An hour later with a pocket full of coins, and the rest hidden away for safe keeping, Deimos moved through the town to get a look at it before picking where he would go tonight. It was always best to know the general lay of things before getting into to bed with potentially the wrong person. He had crawled into bed with one too many people only to find an angry husband or wife ordering slaves to bring them his cock back. Escapes where hard when you could run into a wall, or ally with only one exit.

It was during this that he saw a man from the back, and knew with out thought who it was. He was different, yet the same. Pausing a moment to let the enjoyment linger, Deimos then walked forward to make himself known. Stepping up close behind his former lover, Deimos spoke in a low voice. "What am I supposed to grab on too, with no hair on fucking head?"

^{Tag: Agron}

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

The lifestyle of a free man was incredibly unfamiliar to Agron. He was still adjusting. Still attempting of find purpose and worth. He was not only parted from sword, but his hands created limitations for him, always bandaged with cloth to conceal the wounds. Ones that he wished he did not hold. But alas, with each day came a certain joy. And the goats kept him busy. Currently, he was to market to gather some supplies for Laeta and Sibyl as they remained resting in their homes.

He held them to heart, to honor his fallen brothers and thus, wished to ensure they were well cared for, doing all in his power to make it so. Thoughts were distracted from mind when he felt someone near him. Agron's body tensed, the paranoia of Romans around not truly escaping his mind. His distrust for strangers stronger than ever. He was preparing. Preparing to administer enough of a blow that would grant his escape and slip away from him.

He would die before falling under the clutch of Romans ever again. But the moment he heard the voice, suspicion and caution was replaced with surprise and ease. Though it had been some time since he had heard it, he would recognize it anywhere. He turned to face the source, a smile starting to form on his lips. "Such can not be said of you. For you remain completely fucking same," Agron said with teasing as he leaned forward to properly embrace Deimos in a hug. The surprise of seeing him, the joy of it. To reunite with someone that Agron had and always would care for deeply and carry in his heart.

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos returned his friend's embrace and it felt good to see him alive. He had heard the rumors of a gladiator by his name, and had gone looking in Agron's homeland to see if it was true. When he found neither brother, he assumed it was. Pulling from the hug he looked over his friend before speaking. "You have done so enough for us both." His body was tighter, and filled out from fighting. "Though wit seems ever present." He hoped, Argon's mouth had been his favorite part. Both in his bed and out of it.

"Share drink with me, and let us renew friendship!" He offered, wanting more then a renewed friendship, but did not press so yet. With others he might have but with his friend he wanted to hear what had happened. "I looked for you when story reached ears of gladiator with your name." He voice was still low, because that was not the only story he had heard. Tales of the war had spread far and wide. Everyone knew of it, and knew who some of the gladiators where. Which prompted Demios to offer, "And if need arises, my ship can be your safe passage."

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron continued to smile, a hint of amusement in his expression when Deimos spoke of how his wit was ever present. "Some things forever remain. Wit a part of me as much as hair on you," he said, giving a slight flick of the pirate's long kept locks. Agron had always found Deimos to be quite attractive. His personality only added to that when Agron had realized he felt more than mere lust for the captain. Even experience with Cilicians could not dampen Agron's impression of pirates. Deimos would forever remain exception.

The thought of drinking with him was an ever so tempting once, but his response paused when hearing that Deimos had looked for him. He was unsure why that warmed his heart so. He knew that Deimos' affections for Agron were genuine, just as Agron's had been for him. But still. Yet he also found himself relieved, that Deimos had remained away from this war. Agron had to bury many brothers and friends. He could not bare the thought of having to bury Deimos as well. "Gratitude," Agron said with the utmost sincerity as his hand gently rested on Deimos' shoulder.

"It warms heart to see you still of this world. And that you remained far from war that claimed so many a life." To hear Deimos' offer, that he would provide aid if need be . . . caused Agron's heart to swell with appreciation and emotion felt toward the other. "Come then. Let us have drink. I would hear of what adventures and chaos you stirred," Agron said with affectionate teasing, turning his body to indicate he was ready for wherever they chose to drink.