|
Gladiator | Rebel
"Fuck the gods."
Personal Text
Heart belongs to Nasir
Relationship Status
Rebel General
Occupation
|
euphoria
Offline
Dec 23, 2019 17:14:13 GMT
Tag me @agron
|
|
Post by Agron on Dec 28, 2016 17:42:44 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron was charged with guarding the Roman bitch. One that he would gladly see dead, just as Agron would all Romans. But his loyalty to heed Spartacus' command trumped his desire to kill the woman. It was close though. Very close. Nasir would be joining watch soon and that would present a most welcome distraction. But for the time being, he was left watching her on his own. A cup of water sent for the woman. Allowing a prisoner drink. Agron scoffed at the mere idea of it. But once again, it was by Spartacus' demand that she not fall victim to dehydration.
A kindness . . . compared to what she truly deserved. Annoyed at the thought of feeding or offering her drink, Agron approached her, roughly pulling off the hood that covered her head. Despite his looming figure, he did not bend down to make them on equal eye level. He stood tall, towering above her. Never again would he be on his knees in front of a Roman shit. "Do not think this a kindness," he snapped, shoving the water at her. "If choice rest upon mes, you'd be dead long before you set foot in here." Dead, on sight. A temptation that Gannicus had somehow evaded. But then again, he did not seem to have quarrel with this woman. Nor what she represented.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ilithyia on Dec 29, 2016 4:11:54 GMT
|
|
|
Gladiator | Rebel
"Fuck the gods."
Personal Text
Heart belongs to Nasir
Relationship Status
Rebel General
Occupation
|
euphoria
Offline
Dec 23, 2019 17:14:13 GMT
Tag me @agron
|
|
Post by Agron on Dec 29, 2016 8:16:15 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron didn't want her gratitude. He did not do this for such. He did it upon command from Spartacus while he contemplated her fate. Deserving nothing less of death, which is what he hoped Spartacus would be swayed toward. But it was out of Agron's hands. This was not his battle. Ilithyia held worth more to him, due to ties of husband. He looked at her when she asked for more water, saying that she feared for the child. Agron finally crouched down in front of her, his expression less hostile, a feigned look of understanding. Perhaps compliance. Though nothing was further from the German's mind.
"As you should fear for your child," he agreed, the content of the words in direct contradiction with the gaze upon his eyes. "But not because of fucking dehydration!" The false sense of softness vanished, returned in anger. With that he waved his hand, knocking the cup out of hers and sending the empty container across the room. He then rose to his feet once more, regaining his former position of standing above her. "Consider yourself fortunate your lips touched any water at all. Something you Roman shits would never afford us." If the situation were reversed and their people were captured. Just as many of them had been. To be tortured and executed. Yet she lived . . . for not.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ilithyia on Dec 31, 2016 2:02:17 GMT
 |
The smell shit of a man looked like he would be swayed for a moment, before telling her that she'd get no more. She wanted to scream at him, and stab the dirty man in his filthy neck but she knew how to bid her time. How to bunch her shoulders in fear, and press her back tot he wall. She knew how to look up at him threw her lashes, and let her words be both trembling and bold. For she was trying to toss him off center, and make him give her more water. "You would have my child, sired by your Spartacus, die? You would have his child die?" Surely not, for everyone knew he did this because of what her husband had done to Spartacus' wife. He would see no harm come to her while she carried his child.
She had one more card to play. One more word meant to slice. "For one who hates mine so much, your actions mirror." He was what he hated. They made him a slave--the mindless fuck--and now they made her one. He got little water, now he gave little water. He was no better then the fool who owned him. Now her husband was going to ride in here and kill them all, only she hoped he left this one alive so she could take his life for her own!
|
|
|
|
Gladiator | Rebel
"Fuck the gods."
Personal Text
Heart belongs to Nasir
Relationship Status
Rebel General
Occupation
|
euphoria
Offline
Dec 23, 2019 17:14:13 GMT
Tag me @agron
|
|
Post by Agron on Jan 4, 2017 10:18:05 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron was not swayed by her words. Though there was one that caught his interest, a flicker of slight confusion crossing his features. His child. The surprise was short lived, almost immediately replaced by a scoff. "Your desperation reached new levels of fucking jest." A ploy no doubt, to manipulate their leader. Claiming to be carrying his child. Agron leaned forward, his hand wrapping around Ilithyia's throat, though did not squeeze it.
"Fucking convenient, that you would admit such a thing now." He didn't believe her. He didn't believe that this was Spartacus' child. How was that even possible. Well, Agron knew how children were conceived . . . but the Praetor's wife and Spartacus? Too fucking convenient indeed. "How many people have you Roman shits slaughtered absent cause, apart from entertainment and pleasure?" His expression was that of anger, hatred toward her and her people; toward all she represented. "Do not fucking compare us to you Roman shits." She was no exception, with that, he gave her throat the slightest of squeezes and dropped his hand from its grip, his glare unwavering upon her features.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ilithyia on Jun 13, 2017 20:04:17 GMT
|
|
Tag: 
