Post by Agron on Jun 22, 2017 16:45:44 GMT
Tag: @kore blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
It would have been better if they had fucking killed him. Instead, they gave him a fate worse than death. Stripping him of his identity and the essence of his soul. He was a warrior, and now, he was barley able to clutch fucking anything, let alone a sword or weapon of any kind. His spirit was broken though, he supposed that was what Ceasar intended to do; that grinning shit. An expression Agron would never forget in the moments before driving the nail deep into his palm. To make matters worse, several of the rebels had gone to raid villas in the name of Spartacus, Agron's lover among them.
It killed Agron not to be able to go. To have to remain here, idle. Useless. Worthless. He found himself wandering around camp, seeing if there was any task he could engage in though with his limited capabilities, even that was not so easily found. He stopped moving when he set sights on a woman. He had heard what she had done to Crassus' boy. Suddenly, Agron wished him to be subject to a worse fate. "I hear it was your hand that gripped the dagger which claimed his life," Agron said to her, unsure what emotion his tone held. He felt he was already dead inside and yet, there was a strange satisfaction that Crassus was suffering in his own way.
It killed Agron not to be able to go. To have to remain here, idle. Useless. Worthless. He found himself wandering around camp, seeing if there was any task he could engage in though with his limited capabilities, even that was not so easily found. He stopped moving when he set sights on a woman. He had heard what she had done to Crassus' boy. Suddenly, Agron wished him to be subject to a worse fate. "I hear it was your hand that gripped the dagger which claimed his life," Agron said to her, unsure what emotion his tone held. He felt he was already dead inside and yet, there was a strange satisfaction that Crassus was suffering in his own way.
