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Post by donar on Aug 16, 2019 17:17:30 GMT
Wine and whores were in much supply as a party broke out in the ludus. It was Saturnalia and Batiatus, in high spirits from the great performances of all his gladiators, had granted permission for the party. No doubt it was Spartacus’s word in his ear, the man had a way with words it seemed.
Despite the copious amount of beautiful women available, Donar was distracted. Distracted by the fact that Agron most certainly had no interest in any of the women despite several making bold attempts to seduce.
Emboldened by his own intake of wine, he followed when he saw Agron stepping away from the festivities. For once he was not watching over younger brother, who himself had been last seen talking with two dark skinned beauties.
Coming up behind Agron, he spoke before he reached out to touch the other man. Before this life they were both warriors, it was never wise to creep up on a warrior. They were alone without Romans to interfere, it was natural to speak in the tongue of their motherland than the tongue of the Romans that bound all the men here.
“Before this night, I thought I imagined it but I haven’t, have I? You hold no desire for women at all.” It was not accusation but mere observation, like stating the colour of Agron’s eyes or that they were both from East of the Rhine.
His hand ran down the other man’s back as he admitted “I can’t say they hold no attraction for me as my interests have always been varied, though I have previously held tongue lest they be spurned. But tonight, tonight I cannot help thinking that perhaps the images the Gods bring me in sleep could play out here. What do you think, Agron?”
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 17:10:33 GMT
“It was just a one night stand”
Donar froze at Agron’s words, completely thrown. The night before he’d finally worked up the nerve to make a move and kiss Agron. One thing had lead to another and they’d ended up in Agron’s bed together. It had been better than he’d ever dared to imagine and he’d fallen asleep spooning the other man, face in his neck and arms around him. It had practically been perfect.
He hadn’t been worried when he’d woken alone because the smell of coffee was already in the air. Pulling on his boxers and pants he’d headed through the apartment and greeted Agron with a ‘Good morning’ and a kiss. That was when Agron had pulled back and made his shocking statement.
Donar didn’t know what to say, what to think. How could the night before have meant nothing to Agron when it had been everything to him?
“I…uh…”
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 17:04:21 GMT
“You told me you loved me!”
Severely hungover, Donar sat mortified on Agron’s couch. He hasn’t gotten black out drunk in a long time but last night apparently he had. And he’d crossed a lot of lines, apparently the ones he’d privately sworn to himself that he would never cross.
He’d talked shit about Nasir, he’d talked shit to Nasir and he’d made a move on his best friend. Oh and he’d declared his love. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Agron, I am so so sorry. I don’t remember anything. I should never have come here, I’m so so sorry.” Was all he could say but he knew.it wasn’t enough. The damage was done and it was irreversible.
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 16:33:36 GMT
"Who did this to you?"
“Shit.” Donar muttered to himself, he’d been steeling himself for the conversation but still it came sooner than he would have wished.
He had two options, he could lie and hope that Agron did not hear what really happened or he could tell the truth and hope that he didn’t lose the most important man in his life.
Then again, there was a third choice: avoidance.
“It doesn’t matter.” He said firmly, knowing full well that Agron would not that that for an answer.
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 16:28:00 GMT
Covered in blood and still awake and full of energy from the battle, Donar made his way for Agron’s tent. Finding the man alone and looking miserable, he did not need to ask the cause. The sorrow and grief of the loss of his brother was easier to bear now but still keenly felt. Every high of emotion soon crashed low.
It was a pattern that Donar knew well, first the battle won was celebrated and then the absence of dear brother was remembered and it reopened the old wounds for Agron. It did not happen so often now but, still, the old demons could creep in.
Kneeling before the seated man, he gripped the back of Agron’s neck and pressed his forehead to the other man’s. “If it was possible to carry another man’s pain and sorrow for him, I would do so for you.” He told Agron, meaning the words with every fibre of his being.
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 16:19:00 GMT
“Lie still or you’ll open the wound and the Medicus will have a fit.” Donar scolded with a loving smile. Agron was awake and trying to get back to work, after days of fear his love was going to pull through.
He waited until the reluctant patient settled once more on the bunk of their bed in their shared tent. “You were near death for almost seven days, I feared I would lose you but no, you fought. You always fight.”
Leaning down, he softly kissed Agron’s lips which were dry from his long time unconscious. Though he never wanted to kiss the over man, Donar pulled away quickly but kept their faces close.
“I swear, Agron, by the sweet breath of Sjöfn herself, I love you like no other.” Anyone else who heard him speak might be surprise, Donar wasn’t a pious man but he did believe in his peoples Gods though hadn't prayed or invoked them since his enslavement. He had no time for the false Gods of the Roman Republic, he swore his love to the true Goddess of Love just as he had prayed to their true Germani Gods ever since Agron's injury. The Roman cunt that had struck him down had not bested Agron nor had he faced him in fair fight, no he had nearly taken Donar's love from this world with a cowardly attack from behind.
He and Agron were far from their Motherland and far from their people but home was wherever they found the other.
Moving to lie beside his wounded lover, he could feel the fear that had been gripping him for the past seven days begin to ebb away. Agron would live.
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 15:59:34 GMT
“I know it doesn’t seem so, but I will take care of you.”
“What makes you think that it will not be I protecting you?” Donar asked, he was smirking though and while there was still some tension lingering in the room it was fading.
Their two tribes of Germani had been warring for so long, longer than their own lives. Perhaps longer than their fathers’s live. Now, there was a chance for peace and it rested on their shoulders.
It was customary to create a peace treaty by marrying off two of the chiefs' children, thus unifying the warring tribes but neither leader had had a daughter. Donar was the son of his people’s chief but Agron’s people? Their Chief had lost every son to battle and conflict and whilst his wife was swollen with child, that did not help the cause for peace. The leader’s second had two children, also boys, and Agron was the eldest.
Such a coupling was no unheard of, there was no taboo about loving your own sex in their culture at all but a peace marriage like this hadn’t happened in anyone’s memory. A peace marriage between two men was causing quite a stir of excitement not just within their own tribes but with neighbouring lands and ally tribes too.
Donar counted himself lucky that he at least had attraction to both genders, when his father had told him a marriage was being arranged he knew he could at least attempt to make it work and even the news of it being a man had not upset him.
Agron was of a form, he supposed. Of course, Donar had been raised to hate the tribe he was from but he could learn to look past that. One day he, Donar, would be chief of his people and he would be expected to have Agron at his side. After all, the peace rested on their union being successful.
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 15:49:30 GMT
“Look, babe, just breathe. I told you what it’s like here. Small town with a small mind, it’s why I hate coming back here.”
Donar had been sure that this little trip down memory lane through the town he grew up in wasn’t a great idea but Agron had been curious and Donar couldn’t deny his man anything when he used the pleading eyes (and promised sexual favours). So they’d derailed their road trip somewhat to spend a night or two playing tourist to the past.
It didn’t take long for the past to come smack them in the face.
They’d been eating lunch in the diner where every teen had hung out after school and after football games especially when Donar had gone back out to grab his travel charger for his phone and spotted it. The vandalism to their new car, the one that Donar had scrimped and saved for so that he could surprise his new husband before they left on their honeymoon epic roadtrip, was spray painted and scratched into the new custom paintwork. Homophobic slurs mostly with 'QUEERS' in huge letters over the bonnet.
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 15:46:03 GMT
Walking up the stairs to Agron’s apartment, Donar wondered when the colour change had happened. The paint work didn’t look recent but he was certain the walls didn’t used to be green.
A bit odd but he didn’t think anything of it. He was already having an odd day in that he wasn’t completely sure where he’d been the night before (no doubt Agron and alcohol’s fault or, well, Gannicus was a likely suspect too) and he didn’t have his cell phone, wallet or keys on him. Strange but for some reason he wasn’t worried, just as the blankness in his memory didn’t trouble him or strike him as odd as he knocked on the door.
Agron wasn’t just his best friend, they had a benefits thing going and had had for a while which was why it was surprising he hadn’t woken up here if he’d had a blackout. Unless Agron had pulled, he hated when Agron pulled but they were technically casual so he had no right to say anything. Maybe one day he’d get the guts up to ask Agron for more than casual but for now, for now he was too scared of losing his best friend.
“Come on, open up!” He called out, knocking again. “Agron, what happened last night man?"
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Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 15:35:53 GMT
“Let me clean your wounds…” “No, I think I should rather they fester.” Donar announced, playful in his tone. He’d laughed off the wounds in front of the men but the results of his first round in the arena pained him more than he would show. He would rather someone from his lands tended to him, however, than the Roman medicus. He did not trust the Roman way to do anything, least of all healing.
“You were magnificent on the sands this day.” He told Agron and, though he dare not say it, Agron had been fighting for two. Duro was not dead weight but he was not a natural gladiator if there were such a thing. He would have died if Agron was not so skilled of hand or big of heart.
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Post by donar on Aug 13, 2019 19:00:53 GMT
Donar stilled at Agron's word, he had been on his way back to the place his bed mat lay in the first morning light and knew himself to be caught red handed. This was his drunken plan playing out perfectly but he was sober now and regret was creeping in. The fucking had be good and varied, the girl eager to please and impress in her search for a new Rhaskos. Donar had no interest in her beyond the ammunition she could be but let her think otherwise because it suited him. He was not normally so callous a lover but drink, envy and bitterness had taken hold.
Nasir was healing well and within the villa was permanently at Agron's side, Donar had wanted to get Agron's attention once more and seemingly it had worked. But would envy now be in the other man's heart as he so hoped it would be? Could he remind Agron of the passion that could be between them if not for the fucking houseboy?
"I found myself diverted and am only now on route to bed, you missed my presence? Blame Chadara's wiles for the offense."
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Post by donar on Aug 13, 2019 18:43:49 GMT
The pull on Donar’s shoulders caused a constantly pain that never went away. Sometimes it dulled to an ache but it was constantly painful, in some ways it helped distract from the poorly healing wounds though.
He lifted his head at the sound of footsteps, he never let the Roman cunts mistake fatigue for fear and always met them in the eyes. When the person entered the room, he let out a gasp of recognition. Agron. Could it really be?
“Fuck the Gods, I never thought they’d answer my prayers.” His voice was hoarse but full of relief. Soon he would be tasting freedom again. Relief gave way to exhaustion as his body began to sag, his eyes closing.
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Post by donar on Aug 13, 2019 18:23:19 GMT
"Bloody sand. Getting in places where sand shouldn’t ever be. The man, Agron, was speaking to himself but Donar’s ears pricked to the sound of his native tongue being spoken in the ludus. They’d interacted a few times since Agron and his brother had arrived but this was the first time that he’d seen Agron without Duro. In fact the majority of the gladiators were elsewhere and there were no prying eyes for once.
Approaching, he told the man in their mother tongue “You soon adapt, we may not have been built for sand but soon it will be just another fact of life.” Not something he relished, he loathed life as a slave and gladiator but what use what there raging about it now? At least the Gods had dropped this ever so handsome countryman into his lap.
“I am Donar, your accent tells me we must be from similar tribes in the Rhineland.”
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Post by donar on Aug 12, 2019 21:44:22 GMT
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ | .:Name:.Donar .:Nick Name:. N/A .:Affiliation:. Gladiator and Rebel
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ | .:Physical Appearance:. Typically Germanic stereotype: tall, blonde and muscular. .:Height:. 6'2 .:Portrayed by:. Heath Jones | ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ | .:Personality:. Sarcastic and quick to insult or fight especially with Gauls. He's not shy with his opinion and speaks his mind whether asked to or not. He's extremely loyal especially to Agron and dedicated to the cause.
.:Special Skills:. Fighting with two handed axe. | ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ | .:Birthplace:. East of the Rhine .:Family:. Father Chieftain of their people, the rest unknown .:Occupation:. Gladiator and Rebel .:History:. Donar is the Germanic form of Thor the son of Odin and as such, as the first born son of the Chief Donar got his name. He led his people into battle against Roman and other threats on many occasions until the day he was wounded, captured and eventually sold as a gladiator slave to Batiatus. In the ludus he gained respect from many others by being a skilled and dedicated fighter, he was one of the first alongside the other Germans to side with Spartacus's rebellion and is Agron's right hand man. | ~ • ~ | Member Info | ~ • ~ | .:Name or Online Alias:. It me  .:How Did You Find Us:. You invited me  |
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