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Post by Nasir on Jul 4, 2017 6:10:13 GMT
a brutal storm Nasir's breath all but froze the moment it left his lungs, creating great clouds of condensation that only cooled the air even further. Bitter winds and stabbing snow stung at his lips and built icicles at the scruff of his jaw and the delicate lengths of his lashes. Pulling a boar skin coat tighter around his frame, he sunk knee deep into a drift and cursed. He'd only parted ways from Agron but for a moment to make sure Castus had found a place to ride out the storm. Earlier he had watched Agron cut Castus free, saving him from exposure and in that moment Nasir had looked at him with a smile and eyes full of admiration because Agron was so good. So many times Agron had laid down his own honor for Nasir, had done the unthinkable for him, had even swore to battle the gods for him. It was enough to make Nasir's heart swell and burst with pride and joy to know Agron belonged to him.
However at the moment, it felt like his heart would break. The snow fell in such a fast frenzy it made it difficult to even see a few feet in front of him, how he was he going to find Agron in this? Guilt washed over him and again he misstepped, only this time he lost his balance and fell awkwardly into the drift, freezing snow and ice finding its way to bare skin. Fuck, it was so cold! He needed to keep moving and yet the more he moved the more stuck he became and soon it became apparent that if he couldn't find shelter soon, it was going to be him that perished.
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Post by Agron on Jul 5, 2017 0:25:04 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron stood outside shared tent with Nasir, eyes squinting at the sight before him. He couldn't see a fucking thing and it just drew more concern from the German. Nasir should have been back by now. Leaving him to the elements only made Agron's heart beat heavier with fear for his lover succumbing to them. It didn't take much more waiting until Agron could bare it no longer. He huddled his shawl close to him and began to make his way through the snow. Fuck! It was deep, bitterly cold, and each gust of wind felt as if a dozen icicles pierced his flesh. Even shouting out Nasir's name would do nothing. The wind was too loud and the area too compromised.
But at long last, the gods seemed to show some fucking favor for he saw a figure in the distance, immersed in the snow. Agron attempted to hurry his steps until he drew closer and felt himself breathe in relief upon the sight before him. He didn't bother saying anything. He just moved one of Nasir's arms around his neck to help him to a stand . . . before deciding to just fuck it all. He scooped up Nasir into his arms, fearful of how much time he had been out here for, especially with the snow's contact upon his skin. Agron carried him back to their tent, setting him on his feet upon their entry and sealed the flaps as best they could.
He took a quick assessment of Nasir to determine whether it was better to take him to the area with the others who were unwell. "Fuck," he cursed, hand on Nasir's cheek in inspection before releasing it. "Remove cloak." Because it was covered in snow. Instead, Agron pulled off his own, shaking it a little before wrapping it around Nasir, and grabbing another blanket to engulf him with. "What seized mind to venture out in such fucking conditions?" He asked, concern still heavy in his voice for he knew they were not in the clear yet. And the thought of losing Nasir to the cold was . . . unbearable.
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Post by Nasir on Jul 5, 2017 6:17:09 GMT
a brutal storm
Nasir didn't know how long he had laid in the snow or how Agron had managed to find him, only that he did and that he wanted so much to embrace him but the biting cold had all but rendered him useless. He supposed the stinging sharp pains in his fingers and toes were a good thing, it meant they weren't frostbit and would likely stay in tact. His eyelids, however, seemed to be glued shut with the wind and the ice and he groped for Agron's shoulders to help him stand up once more. After that, his memory weaved in and out of reality and dreams. There was a sunny field in mid-spring, a red stained battlefield of bodies, a bright toothy smile, light green eyes... How he had even gotten back to their tent was a mystery, but he remembered a hazy feeling of weightlessness, a sudden warmth and a rapid but steady heartbeat that cried his name with every pulse.
Out of the tempest, Nasir's alertness roused fairly quickly, but his body shook and trembled like a leaf. Blue lips and pale skin gradually regained their color as his blood warmed but it was still difficult to do as Agron commanded. His clothes were soaked and clung to him like a second skin, robbing him of new found heat just as quickly as it came. His extremities howled with pain, every little thing his fingertips touched sent shocks of electric agony surging through his body and he hissed at it's bite. "Apologies, Agron..." He spoke through gritted teeth, frustration obvious within his voice as his hands struggled with the clasp of his cloak. He issued a small grunt of irritation when he became mercifully swaddled within a thick blanket. Agron's words chided him but not without love and tenderness, a theme that was present in most everything the ex-gladiator did. Knowing there was no explanation that would satisfy, Nasir could only apologize again, his eyes downcast in shame.
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Post by Agron on Jul 7, 2017 3:31:46 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron glanced at Nasir upon hearing the sound of frustration, seeing the struggle he was faced with in attempt to undress. He took those few steps towards him, feeling his heart ache at the apology when he knew he should be making sure he was alright. Agron pulled the blanket off of him for a moment, undoing the clasp and decided to just remove all the clothing for him. It was not as if this was the first time he had undressed Nasir. But it was often due to more . . . pleasurable reasons. Right now incentive was born of fear. The clothing seemed nearly fused onto his skin, as Agron's expression showed a hint of dislike for what he would have to do. "Brace self," he said gently, and in one swift motion, pulled off the clothing from his skin, having started with his shirt.
He tossed the garments aside to join his cloak, and unfastening his pants, doing the same thing in one swift motion until the Syrian was naked before him. Agron then hastily reached for the thick blanket once more, wrapping it around Nasir so that it covered his otherwise exposed skin. Clothing was in short supply and he could only offer what was completely try. Not wanting him to exert himself any more, Agron lifted Nasir into his arms once again and gently laid him down on their makeshift bed, sitting upright next to him as he began to remove his outer layer that was wet with the snowfall. "There are none required," he added on, wanting Nasir to know that there was no cause for apology. In his lover's state, the last thing Agron wished for him to feel was guilty.
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