And it begins. Open to Agron

[wildlittledog]

Characters: Nasir, Agron
Date/Time: N/A
Setting: Approximately a week after Spartacus: Vengeance, episode two
Summary: Nasir and Agron get to know each other.
Rating: TBD
Status: Open to Agron
Warnings: TBD

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[eastoftherhine]

The meeting had been long, Agron always at odds with the fucking Gaul. Whatever he suggested it seemed the man determined to shoot him down, lessening his status in front of Spartacus. If it were not for the Thracian Agron would see the Gaul to his knees, blood pouring from broken nose.

With a groan Agron ran his hand through his short hair, glad to be free of the confines of the villa. He sought Donar and his fellow German’s but a now familiar sight caught his eye. The Syrian slave boy who had saved Spartacus’ life sat dark eyes staring, soaking in everything around him.

“You still live?” Agron spoke as he approached the man, mock surprise filling his voice.

[wildlittledog]

At the words, Nasir hesitated for a brief moment before he could be sure it was a joke and then the corner of his lip twitched upward in the hint of a barely there smile. He hadn't really had the chance to talk to Agron beyond that first evening, nor any of the men close to Spartacus.

"I yet live." He hesitates for another moment, before a twinkle comes to his eye. "I see you and the Gaul are yet to send each other to the afterlife."

[eastoftherhine]

There was a pause for a moment before the corner of Agron’s lips twitched upwards and he broke out in a loud, unrestrained laugh. “The Gaul had not the skill or technique to see me to the afterlife!” He boasted with a flick of his eyebrow upwards.

Grinning the German paused in front of the man now known to be Nasir. He nodded and then moved to sit beside him. There was plenty of room and yet Agron found himself sitting close to the man, barely a distance between their bodies. “Spartacus has set you to training?”

[wildlittledog]

"And Spartacus, he would be displeased should the Gaul make attempt." There was no room to mistake it for question. It was said as the statement it was intended to be. There were many things Nasir had learned in his short time amongst the rebels, and one of those was that Spartacus valued both the German and the Gaul, even if they held no love for the other. "Or you upon him."

Ducking his head, Nasir nods once, turning to look up at the man beside him. He doesn't fail to notice the lack of distance between them, or the fact that there is plenty of room for Agron to occupy. But he doesn't protest the closeness either. "He believes me to be capable. I'm yet to understand why. My skills lay... elsewhere."