12 Works by brandedwithfire
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Yuta lost his match. Now his greatest fear is used against him as punishment.
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Agron and Nasir talk about their growing age and their son Arion who was now on the eve of his twentieth birthday and by law a man in his own rights. Yet despite this, Nasir could not help but remember the young terrified child they had found all those years ago.
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This is one place Agron cannot follow...
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Agron liked to watch his fellow rebels.... but the person he most liked to watch was Nasir!
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- Part 5 of Rituals
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Saxa would go to the gods branded proudly with the blood of Roman’s. She was wild and fearless in this life and would be so in the next.
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It was only then, in his final hour that green eyes met brown and Nasir saw the regret and sadness that drowned a once bright and powerful soul. Nasir watched as blood stained lips parted to speak but before words could be spoken there was a rush and Nasir was woken from his nightmare, blood thundering in his ears.
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- Part 4 of Rituals
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Spartacus knew that wherever Nasir went Agron would follow. To deny their feelings towards one another would be like denying the sun that shone above. It was clear for all to see that the pair belonged together. They were like two sides of a scale, each balancing the other out, each providing what the other needed to survive in this world.
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Agron took a deep breath, knowing without a doubt that the only way to mend broken bridges was to grovel like never before. It was a ritual he knew well, for the amount of times he had put foot into mouth were more than the fingers upon his hands. Despite all the times he had spoken out of turn Nasir had always forgiven him, but only after his ritual grovelling.
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- Part 3 of Rituals
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Attention would be drawn to Nasir’s thighs; beneath calloused fingers Agron could feel every twitch and quiver of strong powerful muscle. He had to inspect, touch every inch of Nasir’s skin, every muscle, every bump and crevice to ensure that no Roman blade had slipped beneath guard and wounded perfect flesh.
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- Part 2 of Rituals
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For Agron running his hands through Nasir’s hair was a ritual, one of the only things that he truly believed in. It was real, as real as each breath he took or the sun shining above. Having the long dark strands of Nasir’s soft hair running past each calloused finger reminded Agron that they were alive.
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- Part 1 of Rituals
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Sometimes Varro wondered if it was Spartacus who kept him on track when mind slipped and body betrayed. He was stubborn and stupid and selfish and Spartacus never failed to remind of this. A slap upside the head, a playful taunt or knock to the sand to emphasise point, all gestures of friendship which guided Varro’s attention back to why he was here.
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Agron had always thought death would be a glorious end. That is since he had been sold into the ludus and taken up the sword of a Gladiator. He had figured that he would find his fate upon the end of a sword – a spear he had always found ways to dodge but the simple sword presented more of a challenge. He would feel the dust and blood of the arena upon his skin and close his eyes to the roar of the crowd, their cheers the last thing he would hear as he crossed to the unknown. Never once did he think he would meet his end like this.