Post by Agron on Jul 11, 2017 15:23:57 GMT
Tag: Nasir
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
The taking of this villa did not deviate from the normal overtaking. They came, they conquered, they killed fucking Romans. The slaves of the villa were gathered, as was the Dominus of the house. Forced to his knees, the others gathered to witness the taking of his life. The slaves seemed ready to join the cause which only suggested that this particular Dominus was . . . well, as would be expected of any. A fucking monster.
With all threats eliminated and the only shit left to be disposed off surrounded, Agron stood by Nasir in the front lines, watching the man. He made contact with Nasir and there was something in the Roman's face that Agron had never seen before. It wasn't lust or attraction but . . something else. Agron turned his head to look at Nasir, question in the German's eyes but then he saw the expression in Nasir's. It added some clarity to the situation . . . the passing moments suddenly filling Agron with an intense rage. His hand trembled, mind clouding with anger and need to get back at him. The kill should be Nasir's, yet Agron's emotions did not allow moment to prolong itself. Nor desire to expose his lover's past -- something that Agron knew held trauma to him.
If only Agron could slay all demons for him. But as he could not, he would at least slay this one. So in the middle of Spartacus' speech to all, Agron swiftly withdrew his blade and in one motion, castrated the Roman who screamed out in pain, with Agron's foot kicking him so that the shit fell onto his back. "Let the shit fucking bleed!" Agron demanded, not about to give the man a quick death as Spartacus' curious eyes met Agron's. But the German just glared with heavy breaths of anger at the Roman, wishing he could make him suffer a thousand deaths and still . . . it would not be enough.
With all threats eliminated and the only shit left to be disposed off surrounded, Agron stood by Nasir in the front lines, watching the man. He made contact with Nasir and there was something in the Roman's face that Agron had never seen before. It wasn't lust or attraction but . . something else. Agron turned his head to look at Nasir, question in the German's eyes but then he saw the expression in Nasir's. It added some clarity to the situation . . . the passing moments suddenly filling Agron with an intense rage. His hand trembled, mind clouding with anger and need to get back at him. The kill should be Nasir's, yet Agron's emotions did not allow moment to prolong itself. Nor desire to expose his lover's past -- something that Agron knew held trauma to him.
If only Agron could slay all demons for him. But as he could not, he would at least slay this one. So in the middle of Spartacus' speech to all, Agron swiftly withdrew his blade and in one motion, castrated the Roman who screamed out in pain, with Agron's foot kicking him so that the shit fell onto his back. "Let the shit fucking bleed!" Agron demanded, not about to give the man a quick death as Spartacus' curious eyes met Agron's. But the German just glared with heavy breaths of anger at the Roman, wishing he could make him suffer a thousand deaths and still . . . it would not be enough.