Post by Agron on Jun 23, 2017 21:51:22 GMT
Tag: blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron hadn't been in the mood for company from many since his return. The few exceptions being Spartacus, Gannicus . . . and of course Nasir. There was a particular shame associated with the state he had come back at. His hands had been nailed to the cross which meant that he would most likely never raise sword again. He was amounted to nothing. A man of no worth. Stripped from the only identity of a warrior that he had ever known his entire life. What now? What was left of him but a useless man, unable to fight for the cause that he remained loyal to. It left his spirit broken, feeling more dead than alive and wishing the gods had just taken him from this world so not to burden those who remained in it. Approaching footsteps was the only thing that pulled him from thought. Nasir had been required elsewhere, and Agron was still recovering.
The gashes in his chest slowly healing, the bruises on his face still swollen . . . but nothing compared to his bandaged hands. A sight that he could not stop looking at, and the more he did, the more angry and devastated he became. It had only been a few days since his return, and he had rejected most people's company. Though when the tent flap opened, he saw Mira on the other end and . . . she was not one of the people he would so easily dismiss. She had became a dear friend of his though, that made him the more ashamed for her to see him in this way. His gaze on her was brief, as his eyes fell back down to the ground in front of him. "If you seek Nasir, he is not present." Agron had just started to sit up again, though his mobility was still severely limited.
The gashes in his chest slowly healing, the bruises on his face still swollen . . . but nothing compared to his bandaged hands. A sight that he could not stop looking at, and the more he did, the more angry and devastated he became. It had only been a few days since his return, and he had rejected most people's company. Though when the tent flap opened, he saw Mira on the other end and . . . she was not one of the people he would so easily dismiss. She had became a dear friend of his though, that made him the more ashamed for her to see him in this way. His gaze on her was brief, as his eyes fell back down to the ground in front of him. "If you seek Nasir, he is not present." Agron had just started to sit up again, though his mobility was still severely limited.
