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Post by castus on Aug 15, 2019 19:52:15 GMT
Castus was normally a heavy sleeper but nobody could sleep through being punched by an mma fighter. He woke the moment the fist collided with his jaw and, for a moment, was dazed, confused and struggling to catch his breath. As he started to become more aware of his surroundings though, he realised something wasn’t right with Barca. He was flailing in his sleep, gasping and growling angrily as he did. Although he was pretty sure that generally you weren’t meant to waking someone having a nightmare but if he didn’t, he was pretty sure he was going to suffer a serious injury. After leaving the bed to turn the bedroom light on, he came around to Barca’s side of the bed and tried to dodge the punches and he shook his lover’s shoulder. He was in pain himself, his jaw was throbbing from the punch but it wasn’t his priority just yet. “Baby, baby it’s ok. It’s a nightmare, you just gotta wake up.” Barca |
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Post by castus on Aug 15, 2019 17:52:29 GMT
“Why did you do it? Tell me.”
Castus had barely opened his eyes when Barca was leaning over him, bearing down on him.
Blinking slowly, Cas tried to recall what had happened. Booze. A lot of booze and feeling lousy. There had been a phone call to someone, a goodbye and then…fuck. He’d tried to kill himself.
“I…I was drunk.” He managed, impressive considering there was tubing everywhere and a damn oxygen mask.
Not just drunk, completely out of his mind from alcohol. He'd been don a bender for days, he'd booked time off but found himself all alone with plans cancelled. He’d just gotten so overwhelmingly lonely and sick of being, well, a second thought for everyone. So he'd drunk everything he'd had in the house and then bought more.
Nasir had flirted with him and Castus fallen in love with the man before Nasir saw fit to turn around and make it clear that his intentions had never been anything. Never. That all he wanted was Agron, Castus had been a bit of fun, something different but he’d never meant for blah blah blah...
Then Duro. Duro had seemed to genuinely want him but that had all turned out shit too. He’d only wanted Castus as some second place prize and as soon as Lugo came back on the scene he’d dropped Castus so fast he hadn’t known what was happening.
And why was Barca here now? A few times a month Barca would call and they’d fuck, have rough and wild sex but that was it. Just another guy who wanted to fuck Cas but that was all.
Castus was sick of it, being everyone’s second choice fuck and treated like he had no feelings. So he’d drunk and drunk and drunk just wanting to numb the pain but it hadn’t numbed, it had only gotten worse so he’d gone in the bathroom and…
Nurses came in, responding to machines registering her was awake and Barca was ushered out as they checked Castus over and made sure he hadn’t fucked his brain up or whatever. Asking him what year it was and who was the President was to make sure he hadn't killed off his brain. And then he was left again, after being shown the call button and being told he was being monitored for 48hours because of his attempt. Great.
Looking up, he saw Barca was back. He knew he looked surprised, he figured the man had gone. Why would he stick around for a random piece of ass?
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Post by castus on Aug 15, 2019 17:43:01 GMT
Castus stood outside of the tent for a moment. Nasir had asked him and he had not been able to deny the man a thing. This was more than mere fancy, Castus knew that he was in love but had also come to accepted that the love was neither wanted or returned. Nasir wanted him as friend and he was not the sort of man who would spurn such an offer because it wasn’t exactly what he’d hope for.
He’d been on horseback looking out for Romans, they had moved far from the camp where the funeral games had been held but, still, they took no chances.For now the hills were empty of threats however, and his watch was done in favour of Nasir's to begin.
And now, rather than resting and eating, Castus was to look after Agron. He doubted the other man had been consulted on this idea.
Ducking into the tent, he moved to settle beside where the injured man lay. He no longer looked as close to death as he head when Spartacus had all but carried him but he did not look a well man at all.
“You may not believe this but it truly gladden heart to see so many return to our sides, include you. Especially so.” He said solemnly.
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Post by castus on Aug 15, 2019 17:40:17 GMT
It was the fourth Roman encampment that they had raided in as many days. Only travelling squads rather than Crassus’ full legion and whilst they had decimated all they had found, they hadn’t yet found the group that the Roman’s had snatched.
This day, Spartacus led one of the forces west and Crixus led another east, they would meet again at a villa they had claimed as base and the hope was they would be celebrating the captives return.
Castus was in Crixus’s group. Before they had gone their separate ways, he had sworn an oath to Nasir that if Agron was here then he would bring the man back to his heart or die trying and he had meant it.
And now, as he killed several Romans and burst into a tent that was clearly the squadron leaders, he found Agron unconscious, naked and bloody.
Looking around, the tent was otherwise empty. The scouting party's attack had, seemingly, interrupted whatever humiliation torture tactic they’d been attempting to use to make Agron talk. Castus didn’t doubt that Agron hadn’t spilled secrets. Agron never would, he would die instead. He nearly had.
Agron’s chest moved very shallowly but it did indeed move. Shedding his own cloak, Castus tied it around the man’s waist tightly before scooping him into his arms. The General would thank him later for not exposing his nude, vulnerable body to others.
“I may not be the voice you wish to hear but I have sworn an oath to Nasir that I will return you to him or die trying, do not dare fight me on this one.” He said to the man before carrying him out of the tent and calling out to notify Crixus of his discovery. "Give me sign you hear me, Agron."
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Post by castus on Aug 15, 2019 17:33:58 GMT
Castus had been closing up on Saturday night which was pretty routine. Usually there would be at least one bouncer there and another member of staff whilst doing the tills and putting the night’s takings in the safe but that night was different. They’d only had one bouncer that night because of sickness and thanks to a huge fight he’d had to break up, that bouncer ending up going to A&E with a broken hand and nose. That coupled with the fact that the girl he was meant to close with never turned up for end of shift, meant that Castus had had to empty and clean the place himself as well as cash up. He was at least an hour behind and then, well then the lights had suddenly gone out.
Next thing he knew he’d been jumped and was being hit over the head with something.
The robbers took all the cash, cleaning out the tills and the safe, leaving Cas unconscious and bloody on the flood.
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Post by castus on Aug 15, 2019 17:31:36 GMT
Castus hadn’t been in the mood for a house party but that was the problem with having room-mates, he’d been out voted.
He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, the flashbacks had started again like they always did when he was too tired and over worked. The times when he didn’t have the energy to distract himself. So having to put up with seeing fucking Agron all over Nasir possessively trying to make a point wasn’t something he could stomach at that moment. So he had headed into his room and out onto the tiny little private balcony he used to smoke. He was going through the motions at he lit up, took a drag and then almost mechanically pushed the lit cigarette into his arm.
When he was a teenager in Heracleo’s biker gang, if whatever fucked up thing was freaking him out their leader would do this to him or something similar to make him simmer down. The pain cut through everything, shutting down those overwhelming feelings as pain took over.
It was fucked up, on some level he knew that but when he got to stressed he did it without second thought. It wasn’t until later when he'd had to tend to wounds and lie about bandages that he would realise how screwed up he still was from it all.
Eyes closed and teeth gritted, he pushed the lit cigarette into his arm a second time. Completely unaware that he was no longer alone.
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Post by castus on Aug 15, 2019 17:24:54 GMT
“What path does freedom set you upon?” Agron asked him as all the surviving rebels made camp for the night, and everyone was resting … except for Castus and Agron; fucking irony.
“I do not know, I did not expect to survive this long.” It was a matter of fact statement as he stared into the fire.
“What keeps you awake so late? Pain?” The man’s body grew stronger day by day but still bore damage from the crucifixion. There was genuine concern in Castus’s question, he was not without heart and he had learned to respect Agron in these past months. That he now led and protected the people despite his own grief and pain was admirable to say the least.
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Post by castus on Aug 13, 2019 19:51:58 GMT
When Castus woke, for a moment he didn’t know where he was which wasn't an entirely unusal feeling for him. It all returned to him at once though: he’d stayed over at Barca’s for the first time. They’d been seeing each other and hooking up for weeks but this was the first time he’d been invited to dinner at his place and asked to stay the night.
The second thing he noticed was that Barca wasn’t asleep, he was tracing on Castus’s back. Castus swallowed hard. The only reason he refused to take it from behind whilst naked was exposing these scars he’s had since childhood. He’d fallen asleep on his back but apparently he’d moved in his sleep, now he regretted not dreaming up an excuse to at least partially redress.
“I…they’re nothing.”
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Post by castus on Aug 13, 2019 19:47:05 GMT
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Castus looked up at the demand, confused for a moment before realising that out of context Agron had every right to sound as annoyed as he did. After all Castus was half naked in Agron and Nasir’s bedroom.
Turning fully to the annoyed man in the doorway, he held up the white shirt he’d worn to their party that was now covered in stains.
“Saxa and red wine, Nasir told me to grab a shirt and put this in to soak. I’m entirely innocent and motiveless, I promise.”
Yes, he was in love with Nasir so much that it hurt sometimes but he knew nothing would come of it. It was understandable that Agron, not the most trusting person to begin with, hadn’t gotten on board with the all new non-threatening Castus.
“Am I allowed to continue or do you have more questions, Officer?” He asked, doing his best to lighten the moment for them both.
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Post by castus on Aug 13, 2019 19:32:20 GMT
Cas and Nasir had been out drinking, something that Nasir had assured him was not something that Agron would try to murder him for anymore, and at around 3am he wound up on the couch in Agron and Nasir’s living room since he was too drunk to drive home.
He was woken at roughly 4am by Agron coming home, Nasir had said something about his lover working late and so when Castus bleerily opened his eyes to see the large German man moving around the dark apartment and stripping off his work clothes, he wasn’t surprised.
He was surprised why he realised the man was in his underwear though, and figured he should speak up. For the life of him, he had no idea why he said what he said though.
“Nice tushy, who’d have guessed what you were hiding under your layers.” He wouldn’t have dared speak to Agron like this a few months ago but since they’d established a truce of sorts and Castus was really very tipsy, it seemed suddenly seemed wholly appropriate.“Weeeeell, I mighta had a dream or three about it but the real thing is definitely better. Not that I'll ever admit saying that.”
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Post by castus on Aug 13, 2019 19:21:19 GMT
As Castus stoked the fire a little more, one of the many people of Spartacus’s forces sat beside him. He barely knew this man aside from remembering him occasionally joining dice games in Sinuessa. That felt like a life time ago.
The man wore a smile that Castus didn’t trust and started the conversation bluntly. “Your heart must have sunk when you saw Agron among those returned.”
Castus regarded the man coldly, making it clear that the statement was unwelcome. “You could not be more wrong.”
“Come now, you are among friends.” That Castus highly doubted “And it is commonly known that you desire the Syrian boy.”
Something inside Castus snapped, perhaps it was the trivialisation of the situation he had been in or the fact that he, Nasir and Agron were clearly now fodder for idle tongues among the rebels. Either way, he rounded on the man.
“What my heart feels is of no consequence. Nasir had made his wishes clear and I respect them as much as I respect both men. Agron is Nasir’s heart, I may not have understood that once but now I do. I have seen the full measure of the man and know the love he bares for Nasir to be a thing that you or I could only dream to receive. Now be gone from my sight and cease wagging tongue lest I do it for you, understand?”
This voice was low and full of anger, his body tense and made ready for a fight if the man did not comply with his demand.
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Post by castus on Aug 12, 2019 20:42:13 GMT
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ | .:Name:. Castus .:Nick Name:. N/A .:Affiliation:. Pirate and Rebel | ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ | .:Physical Appearance:. Mid 20s, well built and tattooed black man. He has short cropped dark hair, playful eyes and an easy smile. .:Height:. 5'9 .:Portrayed by:. Blessing Mokgohloa | ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ | .:Personality:. Playful and happy go lucky, Castus is very much focused on the pleasurable side of life. He doesn't avoid his responsibilities as first mate however and is Heracleo's trusted right hand and and a hard worker. He is dedicated to his cause whether it be indulging in hedonistic side of life or committing himself to the rebel cause. Total shit stirrer and instagator, quick to anger and violence especially when drunk. .:Special Skills:. Drinking all of the alcohol ever? Navigation, tracking and scouting. Fighting with sword, spear and fist. | ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ | .:Birthplace:. Numidia .:Family:. Unknown, deceased .:Occupation:. Pirate and then prisoner then Rebel .:History:. Castus was captured in his early teens by slavers, the ship never arrived at it's destination however. Heracelo's pirate crew boarded ship and freed all who were on it, Castus having nowhere to go (his home village had been decimated) joined the crew in gratitude. Over the years he proved himself, his skill and loyalty and became Heracleo's first mate and right hand man. In Sinuessa, his head was turned by Nasir which was new for him. After a first young love hurting him badly, he'd been all about pleasure and flirting and boys. Nasir gets his attention in a more serious way. This eventually leads to him taking the Rebels side when they lost Sinuessa, becoming prisoner and then ultimately one of the rebels himself. | ~ • ~ | Member Info | ~ • ~ | .:Name or Online Alias:. Jess .:How Did You Find Us:. You already know this dude |
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