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Post by Gannicus on Jun 12, 2017 21:41:50 GMT
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She obeyed and he exhaled in relief. He removed his hand from her lips and spoke again, explaining to her the plain that he was making up as he went along. They had not known that the rebels were coming, so the moment he knew that they were here, he had made to move to get to her. The rebels would not care that she had done nothing to anyone, and would kill her with out thought or care. "You need to appear as slave," he told her, knowing they needed to change her from Roman clothing to something a slave would wear, "and find collar to put on you. They might not check for brand tonight." But he knew they would eventually.
Some of the slaves might pretend for her at first, but he was hoping to get her away from here. If he could follow the rebels out of here, and break off to get her to the city, then the Romans would take care of their own. If they could not break off from the rebels then he would need to find a way to brand her, and show proof that she was a slave, while staying hidden from her father's slaves that would not lie for her.
Moving toward the door he picked up the clothes that he had gotten, and brought them too her. "Be quick, we need to move with haste."
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 12, 2017 17:20:51 GMT
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As the strap fell, he watched her face, looking for any sign that she would change her mind. It was telling, he thought, that he wasn't looking down at normally he aid more attention to the girl's body then he did her expression. Yet with her, he could see so much in her expression that he didn't look away to look at the rest of her. It was almost like he knew what she was thinking, because it all showed there in her face; every hesitation, every ounce of boldness. He wanted to see her face as he was buried inside her.
Stepping forward, to close the rest of the space between them, he dipped his head to take her mouth with his, while one hand moved to the back of her neck and the other on her hip. He didn't move them yet, seeing if this would frighten the girl off. His kiss was aggressive, but he made sure his hands were not, to give her the last change. His hand moved slowly up over her hip, and cupped her breast in his hand, as he felt the weight of her there.
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 12, 2017 16:46:47 GMT
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"There is always a first time for everything!" Agron didn't seemed to find this as amusing as Gannicus did. Gannicus tended to find everything amusing no matter how much trouble he was in, but that was just how he had learned to deal with everything. Until recently he had felt dead, and hiding the dead feeling with laughter hide it well. "You need one from the woman who did that?" Looking down he grinned, and shrugged his shoulders. "The ones on my chest, yeah, not the ones on my back." He winked, and then took the last bite of food, before reaching for his beer.
"What the hell happened?" Sitting down the beer he looked up at his friend, "I was getting off work, and there was this girl." How many stories started that way? "She was hot and we started heading up to my place. By the time we got int he front door, I was all but naked, and she was getting there!" Good start! "When I turned the light on in my room, I hear someone else! There is a naked girl in my bed, and she is PISSED that I have another girl with me! Next thing I know they are cat fighting, and I am trying to pull them apart! The girl I went home with--I should really have learned names, it would have made this story easier to tell--she ran out swearing she would never come back and the naked chick in my bed started throwing a lamp at my head! I grabbed her and drug her out of my place, tossing her clothes with her, right? BUt by the time I made it back to my room she was climbing in the window and I figured I was safer out of her range of fire. So I turned to leave but she grabbed my pants, so I proved she can't control me by walking out anyway!" He grinned at the end of the story, and waited for his friend's reaction to the chaos that was his life.
Had he invited her up for a drink, and psycho was there, Gannicus wouldn't have let it get so far, as he was CLEARLY strong enough to have dealt with this, but had instead just left it.
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 10, 2017 20:30:30 GMT
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Agron wasn't even suprised, and Gannicus briefly paused to wonder what it said about their friendship, but that was for another day. Right now he was too sober for this! He was always too sober for this. Mostly because being sober meant thinking of her, and he couldn't afford to think too much about her. When Agron left the room, Gannicus walked over the the fridge, dropping his boots as he went. By the time Agron came back, Gannicus was eating a sandwich and drinking one of the beers in the fridge. "It's not my fault this time." he promised, as he took the pants to pull on.
Once he was covered, he moved closer to look at the supplies. "Do you tetanus shots for women who scratch you with nails?" He asked in jest, "or is that cat scratch fervor?" He moved his hands as if to hit the symbol at his joke. His eyes brows moved up and down at his own self-amusement. It died slightly as he added, "Can you do restraining orders?" Because after tonight he was silling to stop calling the girl a fan and start calling her a psycho stalker. Maybe it was his fault for ignoring it too long, but that was for another day. He couldn't go back home until he knew it was safe (because the bitch might have a gun) and he wasn't taking this anywhere where she might get hurt.
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 10, 2017 19:57:29 GMT
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Fuck, fuck, fuck! Gannicus slammed on his breaks and jumped out of his truck before looking around to make sure he was alone. He was a fun-loving guy, but even he had limits. Grinning that he had made it here alone, he bounced up the walk to get to Agron's door. He knew the man should be home, but he didn't know if Agron would be here, be here alone, be here with company, or not be here. Since it was 3am, he was hoping he was here.
Gannicus banged on the door hard, and waited for his friend to answer. Sine it was so early, he banged rather hard, and constantly until his friend finally opened the door. Grinning up at his friend, Gannicus knew how this looked! It was 3 am, and he was standing on his friend's door step wearing only his 'kiss me I am Irish' boxers and combat boots, his hair a mess, and 'cat scratches' all over his torso. A few of which were even still bleeding slightly. Laughing at the sight he must be, he held us his hand. "I can explain!" He promised, and pushed past his friend, "I need to borrow pants, first!"
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 10, 2017 19:46:04 GMT
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Gannicus wasn't a vengeful man. He didn't often seek retaliation for even the greatest of slights, but he was enjoying this one. Mostly because it was not a violate battle but a mockery of one. It has been some months since the fall of their mountain stronghold, and Gannicus had just stayed with the band of rebels out of his friend's memory, and having nothing better to do. He had made his mark when he sent Glabar his rudus and now would for fill the mission. Die in a glorious death in battle. Eventually.
Until then he was sitting by the fire and encouraging the drinking. Nothing new for him, but for he was trying to get his friend aroused and too drunk to use his peaker. Agron had taught his German lover to say awkward things in bed, enjoying her lack of English--so Gannicus was going to ruin his friend's night in retaliation. "More wine!" He cheered, grinning brightly, and getting all the Germans to cheer! They raised their glasses, and cheered while Gannicus filled Agron's cup the fullest before passing the wine around! "Drink deep my friend!" He toated before drinking his own glass in one sitting, daring his friend to do the same!
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 10, 2017 19:31:18 GMT
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Gannicus kept his hood up and walked the narrow streets of the golden city. It was by far one of the better cities he had seen, but it didn't leave him feeling in awe. Nothing left him feeling much anymore, expect for drink and numb. The once jovial champion now wondered aimlessly, selling sword to highest bidder and wasting coin on drink and multiple questionable women. It wasn't the life he had wanted, but he didn't find the will to care either. Apart of him just wanted to die and get it over with.
Needing his weapons cared for, he moved to a street where a blacksmith worked. He had asked for one who did good work, but wasn't overly favored by too many Romans as he didn't want to give his name to anyone yet. At least none who would use it to better their own. Walking into the blacksmith's forge he looked around, "I seek Attius," he asked around while taking note of the exits and weapons in the room. Old habits never did die--no matter how he attempted to drink them away.
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 9, 2017 0:07:54 GMT
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She was so fucking innocent that it killed him. They were surprised when the rebellion came to their door, but they had not been given a chance to agree to fighting--they had just been over taken. He wasn't sure if he would have agreed to it or not, but with no choice given, he had taken what he could. He had taken the choice of why he fought. Gannicus had fought with them to get too her side, knowing they would kill any Roman's with in. The other slaves would give her away but if he could get her away then they could hide until he could return her to her people, unharmed.
She was talking but he ignored her, instead stepping behind her to pull her back to his chest and his large hand to settled easily over her mouth to silence her words. "Be silent," he ordered, never having spoken to her thus. "They will come for you, we must leave before they do or your blood will be split." A warning that he hoped she really understood, "Leave with me, and I will see you safely from here." He wasn't giving her a choice, but he was making her feel as if she did. She might wish to look for the others but he would pull her out of here without choice. He had always found himself thinking of her, and beginning to really care for her; so he would make sure she got out of here unharmed. He wasn't sure how, but he knew he would.
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 8, 2017 23:20:28 GMT
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She looked scared to believe he was here, and when she spoke he could not longer hold back, but instead stepped forward touch her cheek (sine he could no longer cup it with any strength) and to claim her lips with his own. He tilted his body to make sure not to crush the child in her arms, but he could not just stand there while she gave doubt to proof before her. The Roman's might have taken the strength in his hands, but they had not taken it from his kiss, or the way his cock stirred at the touch of her.
He broke the kiss when he felt the child move against him, and he stepped back enough to look out, without removing his hand from her neck, where his fingers lingered on her skin. His hand lifted to touch the babe, but hesitated just before touching it, and falling away. "There is much to tell," he agreed looking up from the babe to her face, "but know I am no ghost, but of blood and flesh." His tone held a promise, as he pulled them both into his arms and just held her as best as he could. He inhaled deeply, and the relief at seeing her alive, and finally let out the breath that he had felt like he had been holding since he parted ways with her at the base of the mountain. Placing one last kiss in her hair, he looked down into her face, "I have returned to your side."
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 8, 2017 23:09:16 GMT
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Gannicus wanted to close his eyes at her words and block them out, but that would mean he would close his eyes and block them out--and right now he couldn't do that. He never favored the roman dress, or Roman women really, but upon her they looked like nothing he had ever seen. He was used to women who offered them to him. Even Roman women who begged to be the the champion. But the reasons she did it were so different that he often could not help but to think on them.
Reaching up to her hair he pushed it back slightly, but then only lowered her hand down. She seemed so fragile and knew nothing of caring for fragile women. For the first time since . . . since Melitta, he felt something besides lust stir. He didn't know if he could be gentle, but he knew that right now he wanted nothing more then to try. Yet he feared hurting her. Testing her, he reached out to where the dress almost set on her shoulder, and pulled the strap down over her skin, while his fingers moved over her soft skin. He waited, watching her face to see if she would allow it to fall or if this would prove too much for her.
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 5, 2017 18:05:55 GMT
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Gannicus heard another approaching and he stayed back where he was, waiting for them to grow near. He did not wish to entangle with any guest that were around, but nor would he stay hidden long. He had traveled for so long to find her, and he wished nothing more then to pull her into his arms and hold her. They had long since felt empty without her. Looking down at his wrist he knew that even when holding her that there would never be any strength to it. Not for ages. He could hardly even dress himself, for his hands were weak.
Yet if his brother could over come the nail to hands, then Ganniucs would not let himself be a lesser man. He was the champion of capua! He would always press to do better. Hearing the foot steps still, he waited to see if she would enter. Wisely she held back, but upon seeing her alone Gannicus stepped forward. He said nothing, for once in his life he could not bring the words to his lips. He only just stepped forward to look at her . . . and the babe in her arms. That was when the feeling of everything begun to hit him. The sight of the tiny helpless lass that she carried. How was he supposed to protect something so small, when the ROmans had taken away his ability to fight?
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 5, 2017 17:42:29 GMT
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Her hand touched his arm, and it seemed very causal--but it wasn't. Teach time she touched him, he wanted more. To hold her. To touch her hair or face or even just put his hand at the small of her back while she walked. Instead it was a reminder that he had to keep his hands to himself. He could not take what was not his to take. No matter how great the intentions. He knew he loved her. Her kindness, and lightness in her soul had long since won him over. But she was with his best friend, and he could not put her in that place.
He noticed that see seemed hesitant to leave the bar, and he wondered if she got lonely while her husband was away. If that was all this was to her. If he were her husband he would take her with him, not leave her home so often. Hell, it was why he often stayed. "It's just a dirty bar. Let someone else clean it." He teased, forcing himself to step away so her hand would fall from him. The loss was felt instantly, and he wished her could just invite her up to his bed and forget about everything else. "I don't want you too tired tomorrow because I kept you up all night." He teased, making his words have a double meaning, just to see her cheek color. "Though if you aren't tired I can find you an ally to brawl in. Maybe get you a sexy wonder woman outfit and let you lasso some poor sod . . . are you into using ropes?" Another double meaning.
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 3, 2017 3:08:21 GMT
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She told him that she didn't know which was worse, he using these lines on her, or that they worked on others. He used these on her because he knew she wouldn't take them at face value, and it keep her from knowing he needed to be near her. Plus, the greatest bonus came when she smiled just like she was now. No coyness to her, just an honest joy. It was like gravity. She said he was a charmer, and a player; and Gannicus forced a smile out at her. "But not tonight," he teased her, knowing he wasn't going home with a hot blonde German girl because he was taking Melitta home tonight. Just this time he had to leave her there alone--while he went home and shook his own hand.
He reached out to move her hair back, but then had to force himself to step back, or kiss her. "Lets get you home, yeah?" He asked her, before turning to grab his keys. The bar wasn't done closing but he couldn't take too much more of her smiles and looks before he forgot himself and just kissed her. THAT would be an awkward conversation. He didn't think he could blame the booze either. Her husband would know better. "I'll drive you." He always made sure she got home safe, and that she kept the tips from the night. All of them. He had money, and didn't need them, and wanted her to have the extra cash. "Maybe we can manage to keep you from brawling in an ally, or something!" He teased and winked at her, unable to not tease her.
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 2, 2017 23:51:46 GMT
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Gannicus had just left Saxa and begin taking the steps two at a time. Saxa was on guard tonight, and he debated joining her. What fun did the nights hold without a woman? Grinning he turned into one of the rooms and came to a dead still. He forgot all thoughts of his lover, and could only see the girl before him. For a moment he was reminded of Melitta, but the two looked nothing alike. It was her innocence. The way she looked at him. He had been avoiding her, and this was why.
Wordlessly he stepped closer toward Sibyl, and watched her face. Ever since he had saved her, she had followed him. Apart of him liked the way she looked at him--and liked it too much. But it had taken him too long to morn a woman who had not even been his to morn. He could not face that again. If she stayed around him, death would come eventually. He had been trying to spar them both that fate.
But looking at her now, he could not walk away. "I have warned you to stay away from men like me." He told her, trying to see what her intentions were. If she stayed, he did not think he had the strength to leave the room.
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Post by Gannicus on Jun 2, 2017 23:41:33 GMT
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Many had died in battle, and Gannicus had been taken prisoner. They had come at him, changing men to keep from dying and to tire him. The fucking Ceaser had finally hit head and left Gannicus sleeping. He had not died on the wooden cross, but instead cut down and hidden until he healed. Healed. He knew he would never wield a sword again. Not as before. He could grip nothing now, but in time he might hold tools. A sword though, never.
Gannicus stood outside the door to his brother's home and waited. It had taken months to track someone down from the surviving ones who made it over the mountain. He had yet to lay eyes on Sybil, but he heard news of a German and Syrian living here, and he sought it out to see if they were his brothers. His hope held that they would have news of the girl--and Agron had. His brother had not only honored Gannicus with aiding in her escape, but also in keeping her thus. When pressed for news of his woman, Agron had given word that she would be returning from market soon. With her a babe. His child. Even upon hearing the news he didn't know how he felt. He had never given thoughts to a babe, much less knew how to be a father. He had taken lives his whole life--what did he know of children?
While not disbelieving of his friend, his mind still not believe. So he waited for her to return from Market, and for let his eyes see her for himself. To be able to see she was alright. Safe as Agron promised.
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