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Post by Naevia on Aug 15, 2019 18:15:28 GMT
Heart still pounding in her mouth, she pressed the top name in her contacts and waited for him to answer.
She was trying her hardest not to be shaken but this harassment and stalking was getting out of hand. She shouldn’t have told Crixus that she didn’t want him to cancel his business trip because it wasn’t true. She did need him, especially now.
But, he was on a plane to Japan now and she wasn’t going to have him over there feeling worried and guilty so instead she called Agron. “Hey, um, could I ask a favour?” She asked, trying not to sound as stressed as she felt having come home to the note on the door.
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Post by Naevia on Aug 15, 2019 18:03:03 GMT
“Don’t you dare pass into the afterlife, Agron. Do not give those cunts the satisfaction.” Naevia hissed in the man’s ear. He was slumped back against her as she road the horse back to the temple and the medicus. It had meant to be an easy mission but they’d been taken by surprise and if they didn’t get to the Medicus soon then Agron might bleed to death on her.
Crixus and Agron clashed so often but that didn’t mean that she held no love for the man. Besides, the blow to both Spartacus and Nasir would be great if he left this life.
“Speak to me, anything. Stay awake and do not let the life leave you.” She urged, digging her heels in and forcing the horse onwards. “Speak of Nasir, of Duro, home. Anything. Curse Crixus's name if you must!”
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Post by Naevia on Aug 13, 2019 21:45:44 GMT
“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
“Perhaps I no longer care to live any longer than the Gods, such as they are, will it.” She fought because it meant the death of Romans, something that would bring Crixus joy in the afterlife, but she did not fight from a will to stay alive. Rather, she simply did not wish to give a Roman fuck the satisfaction of taking her life.
Sitting as the Medicus stitched the wound in her shoulder up, she barely flinched at his work.
“You have reason to live, Agron. Not all here are so blessed so do not presume to lecture me.”
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Post by Naevia on Aug 13, 2019 21:00:14 GMT
“So you’re my future bride? You’re not what I expected at all.”
Naevia looked the man over. It was the first time they’d been left alone and she was nervous of what he might do after all she’d heard of the Germani barbarians. She didn’t show her fears though, just as she didn’t show that she carried three separate blades for protection all cherished gifts from her lover.
“You expected what? A cowering waif of a girl ready to do your bidding? I am not that woman and never shall be. I am a warrior, that your people demanded me as your prize sickens me.”
“You should know, if you go through with this, my lover is Crixus the Undefeated Cheiftan of the Gauls and he will have your head.”
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Post by Naevia on Aug 13, 2019 19:56:50 GMT
"Who did this to you?"
Naevia looked up, surprise on her face obvious.
“I’m flattered that you care so, Agron.” She told him brightly, moving along to make room for him to sit with her. “But worry not, the cuts and bruises come from training. Better now with trusted friends and blunted swords than when the Romans come.”
“This,” She motioned to the swollen bruise that marred her jaw, the one that had no doubt shocked Agron into commenting. “Came courtesy of Nasir, I was fool enough to underestimate him this morn. He is growing in strength and skill daily, is he not?”
The wound Nasir had sustained in saving her life was still not fully healed, Naevia herself tended to it daily to make sure that his dedication to training did not impede his healing.
“You must has noticed yourself his stamina returns, I’ve noticed these past nights you’ve begun sharing a bed.” She smiled at him even more, sipping her wine. She had never truly been one to gossip, it had been forbidden after all, but how could she not reveal in their obvious happiness. Nasir deserved it so.
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Post by Naevia on Aug 12, 2019 19:14:57 GMT
![]()  | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ | .:Name:. Naevia .:Nick Name: N/A .:Affiliation:. Slave and Rebel | ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ | .:Physical Appearance:. Dark skin and eyes, she has a butterfly tattoo on her right shoulder that signifies her elevated position. As a slave her look tends to be simple and unadorned tool, hair off of her face for practicality and only deviating at the command of the Domina for an occasion or party. As a rebel she initially has short cropped hair after having been attacked and shorn by Lucretia, later she has long intricate braids. After Lucretia's assault she has a scar close to her eye. .:Height:.1.68 m .:Portrayed by:. Lesley-Ann Brandt, Cynthia Addai-Robinson | ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ | .:Personality:. As a slave she was for the most part loyal and subservient. She had never known freedom and considered herself lucky in comparison to others, her one disobedience (helping Dionna to escape) ended so badly it was a sign to her that she must never disobey again. Until Crixus.
She has a lot of compassion for others and can be surprisingly open and free with her emotions in comparison to other enslaved characters.
Once saved from the mines, she is a changed woman. She is suffering from PTSD and Rape Trauma Syndrome and this shows in her personality. She is quick to anger now, far more shut down with her emotions other than anger and determination when in public and at least initially hold her own life in little regard. Training with Crixus and learning to fight makes her feel safe again but when that safety is threatened she can lash out with deadly consequences. Her thirst for Roman blood is second only to her enduring love for Crixus.
.:Special Skills: She was taught to fight with a blade by Crixus, this skill grows the longer she is under his tutelage and she becomes a skilled warrior within the rebel forces. | ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ | .:Birthplace:. Not known .:Family:. N/A .:Occupation:. Verna body slave in the House of Batiatus, Rebel in Spartacus' army. .:History: Born into slavery, Naevia became Lucretia's body slave after Melitta's death. She was 'Amanuensis' meaning Within Hand's Reach, the most trusted of Lucretia's handmaidens. Her romance with Crixus resulted in their joint punishments, hers was to be gifted to various men of import in the area and when they had tired of her sent to the mines. After being saved by Crixus and Spartacus she joined the rebel army. | ~ • ~ | Member Info | ~ • ~ | .:Name or Online Alias:. Jess .:How Did You Find Us:. You sent me the link  |
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