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[the-roman-beast]

[Text] Ah. [Text] Sorry you heard that.  [Text] But you don’t have to worry about anything. I intend to leave things amiable between us.

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[Text]: This is Silas right? (not-yet-finished)

[Text] Depends on who’s asking…[Text] … and what you want…

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[the-roman-beast]

[Text]: This is Silas right? (not-yet-finished)

[Text] Depends on who’s asking...[Text] ... and what you want...

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[the-roman-beast]

| Fur and Feathers |

Baby blue eyes watched as the creature writhed and hissed in the presence of the rune-embedded and holy forged blade. There was a stoic and indifferent expression upon the angel’s face even as the stench of fresh blood and death brewed thicker and thicker with every step forward. Backed into a corner, the creature begged for mercy moments before the blade sunk deep into its flesh, banishing the evil back to the deep pit it came from. 

The threat was gone, but Silas was far from satisfied. Blood painted the alleyway in a gruesome mural and he stood keen to finding it’s source. Whoever it belonged to, he mused, couldn’t have made it very far. Tender words were offered to the thrumming blade at hand and as if it were alive, it calmed and allowed itself to be sheathed across the man’s back. 

He’d managed only a few steps before the slightest shuffling noise pierced his ears, turning him on his heel towards a dumpster and who or whatever was hiding behind it. Long strides took him across the pavement and whatever he was expecting, it certainly wasn’t the giant ball of black fur that he came upon. 

A wolf. 

A large, wounded wolf.

Silas squared his broad shoulders and hesitated only a moment before he spoke, “Don’t be afraid...”

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[the-roman-beast]

Tarot Card Challenge!

Tarot card challenge found HERE!

Silas Marcus got....

You got: Death

You can be a bit intense and find yourself drawn to dark and mysterious things. You’ve been through a lot and have probably seen your fair share of endings, but probably cope with it through humor. On top of that, you are surprisingly easy going — you’re open to change, try not to let past baggage weigh you down, and seek out new experiences.

I actually think this fits Silas pretty darn well! =O

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[the-roman-beast]

(Naois) Beep!

A Heartbreaking Text

[text] Naois. Am I unlovable?[text] What is it about me that makes people leave?[text] I don’t know what to do anymore.[text] He said he loved me so many times but[text] I guess it was all bullshit[text] How do you heal when half of yourself is missing?

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[the-roman-beast]

What Silas forgot was, apparently, his manners. What sounded like a feral growl rumbled in his throat and before Agron could get the vehicle door open, Silas was upon him. His lips eagerly consuming those of his lover as his strong arms caged him on either side. Tall and broad, he engulfed Agron, curling around him like a protective barrier and looking much like a lion protecting it’s fresh kill from the prying eyes of scavengers. The burning need for oxygen was his only reason for breaking apart. Despite being in excellent shape, he was breathless and bothered, keeping his lips upon Agron’s skin at all times. “I do hope you plan on taking responsibility for this?” His voice low and gravelly, he pressed his weight against Agron, firmly pinning the man between himself and the car. In this way, Silas’ desire was evident and solid between them. With a small movement of his hip, Silas had maneuvered and bored his thigh between Agron’s, grinding against him and cursing the clothes that covered their bodies.

“I need you,” He snarled, “Now.”

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random make out session (Silas)

13. Excusing Selves from the Dinner table at a Friend’s Place to go ‘Look for something important in the Car’

It was a nice evening with mutual friends from work, and Silas and Agron were among them. Ever since the two had formed their relationship, Agron found it incredibly difficult to keep his hands off of the other. As if he was in a constant state of wanting him; of wanting to touch him. He had to force his gaze not to go to Silas and just remain on him … appreciating every feature in silent praise of his beauty. Deciding to have some fun with it, he slipped his hand under the table and slid it along Silas’ upper thigh. Agron had to clench his jaw to hold back a smirk at his teasing actions. It was particularly amusing when Silas was in the middle of a story, and Agron inched his hand further up, closer to his cock … forcing the other to act unaffected with eyes upon him. But he could feel it. The younger male’s hand hidden from view. 

Agron was to repeat the actions for a third time, when Silas suddenly spoke of something being in the car, turning to Agron to ask him to help him find it. Agron didn’t need to further question it. He smiled in response, nodding his head and excusing himself from the dinner table. He damn well knew there was nothing in the car, and his heart beat heavier in his chest with anticipation of what it meant. To know that he could stir his lover to such desire. When they got to the car, the smile remained on Agron’s lips. “So what is it exactly that you forgot in here?” He asked him playfully, unlocking the door and feeling the building anticipation, start to coil lower in his body. He was eager to get inside. Eager to feel his lover’s hands on him, and return his own to Silas’ body. 

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Random Make Out Session | Accepting |

[the-roman-beast]

(Agron Rebel General) “I could kiss you right now!”

His lips pulled back into a clever smile as he watched Agron excitedly bounce on the balls of his feet. The towering beast of a man had just handed over a pair of airline tickets to Milan for the two of them to check out fashion week. Perhaps even see if they could catch the eyes of any industry giants. Sy had talked about it for several weeks and once he was certain Agron wouldn’t turn him down, he secured the tickets. He had expected to see Agron’s eyes light up with elation, but he hadn’t really expected the words from the man’s mouth.

Words that were most pleasing.

Sy leaned in closer to Agron, intensity burning behind is cat-like eyes. “Then why don’t you?” 

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[the-roman-beast]

(Agron Rebel General) Grain of truth!

-You were the first person to break my heart.

-I could have protected you and your brother if you would have come with me.

-I will never love another.

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[the-roman-beast]

The hand that moments ago had held Agron’s chin in demand began to soften. His fingertips moving to skim across the flesh of the German’s cheek in a movement most gentle. Looking at him with his towering height and gruff beard, gentle wasn’t exactly a word most would use to describe him. From his piercing lion-like eyes to the wavy blonde mane and even down to the way his muscles moved under his skin, the word most often used was predatory. As if he were constantly on the prowl searching for his next victim whether it be the heart of a young maid or the foolish fuck that dared to stand against him on the battlefield. One look at the enormous Centurion and it was easy to understand how he had earned the name, “The Beast of Rome”. The more pressing truth, however, was that Silas was a simple soul, preferring the company of the wilderness over that of men.

But not all men. From the first graceless moments he had met Agron there was something about him that constantly coveted his attentions. Whenever Agron was around, Silas was watching. Whenever Agron spoke, Silas was listening. He had tried to reason it away. Agron was young and handsome, with a body that echoed his youth. Whatever was nagging at him was just passing lust. But it didn’t explain the way his heart fluttered when he caught Agron smiling at him from across the road. The boy was like the shiny bait that lured him from his comfortable waters and into the open seas and the longer he stayed there the more he realized he was of a mind to stall trade negotiations just to remain by his side.

All of which had lead them to this very evening where realizations and confirmations would be settled. The familiar awkwardness of when they first met blanketing them once more. Certainly it was time this was addressed. Silas had always been a man of few words and nothing was ever spoken that didn’t serve a purpose. Because of this, even while being cryptic, Agron would know exactly what he was talking about and the response Silas received was much more than he could have hoped for. There was nothing left to be said, only things left to be done and the Roman knew that whether in the evening or in the morning Agron would not leave his room without being marked.

Agron tasted like the flowering farmlands and the lush open spaces he was raised in. It was like traveling and adventuring a foreign land without ever leaving the semi-quasi comfort of four solid walls. Strong muscles jolted when Agron opened his mouth and snaked his arms around his large shoulders. He smiled and a quiet rumble that might have been a muted laugh vibrated against Agron’s lips. Without hesitation Silas took the offering presented, deepening their kiss and letting his body speak the words that so often eluded his own mouth. One hand encircled Agron’s waist and pulled their bodies together, dissolving the spaces and divisions between them. The other whose fingertips had been safe and comfortable at his cheek now slipped down Agron’s back, playing at the hemline of his trousers.

Silas pulled back only when his lungs begged for mercy. Leaning forward, both kiss swollen lips and hot ragged breath rested at the tender skin behind Agron’s ear. This close, he was certain Agron felt what his passion had evoked. Silas might have been called a beast, but he unquestionably wouldn’t behave like one and even in this state would walk away if so ordered.

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“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.” (the-roman-beast)

Agron’s jaw clenched at Silas’ words. Obvious. Yes. He was right. It was pretty fucking obvious. But the German had still made attempt to be … subtle. Or at least conceal the stirrings he was feeling towards the other Roman. Ultimately with no success. Agron was currently in Silas’ room, a rented one at the inn him and the others would be residing at. Agron would say it’s neutral ground, but he was suddenly becoming very aware that he was indeed Silas’ room. Agron and the Roman were both the ones leading their group so they had come to discuss business; actions that would maintain the peace. While they had done so … that underlying tension was now being voiced. 

It was what had the German clenching his jaw and still forcing gaze away as nonchalantly as he could. “And what obvious avoidance do you speak of?” There was a knowing tone in Agron’s voice, but … he couldn’t be too certain. What if he made admittance to these … feelings for the other where Silas was of a different mind? Agron could not afford such a mistake. And so, he simply asked with a feigned innocence. Though something in the way that the Roman asked the question, had Agron knowing that he meant the question as the German had taken it. Addressing that underlying tension between them. Perhaps one brought on by mutual desire. And yet … Agron dare not hope for too good a thing to be true. 

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The odor of wounded bodies gone days without bathing and access to the proper facilities filled his nose and nearly gagged him. Silas had never particularly cared about slaves one way or the other, but even if some considered them animals, he’d rather they not smell like them. His boots sunk into the muddy ground as he walked the perimeter, the torches strategically placed outside the tents his only light. Coughing, he brought a handkerchief to his nose before he leaned over the young soldier accompanying him. “I would see something done about this stench. Go, gather men to fetch water,” He spoke as the kid trotted off to obey his orders. 

The slave rebellion hadn’t been of much interest to Silas, yet he did find it a bit humorous that full trained soldiers seemed to be having quite the hard time subduing an army of undisciplined slaves. As for himself, he had risen nicely through the ranks of the Roman army and was comfortably placed in charge of his own century, yet he did not possess the drive for war so many others craved. Quelling an uprising was not on his agenda, yet here he was.

Once reaching the end of his route before he’d turn back, light blue eyes scanned the mess of tangled, nearly naked bodies that slowly froze in the cool night air. Most were too weak and near death to require tethering, but some still had fight left in them and those were the ones he needed to keep an eye on. 

His eye caught a hold of something that seemed familiar. A particular lump of flesh bound to a pole that reminded him of something from long ago. His legs were moving before his brain could stop them and the closer he got the more his throat seemed to swell. The familiarity wasn’t fading and even in the flickering torchlight, Silas knew.

In an instant, years of memories long since buried rose to the surface like worms after a rain. They flooded his thoughts and squeezed at his heart until he was hard to breathe. In between bittersweet playback he asked himself questions that were impossible to answer. Why was Agron in Rome? Why was Agron captured? Had Agron been sold as a slave?  All of it was absurd and yet here the German was, beaten and bloodied, likely condemned to death.

“Fuck the gods”.

Fuck them indeed, he thought as he towered over the person he once thought of as the love of his life. Perhaps he still did. Silas crouched in the mud until he was eye level with the man whose face was swollen and painted with blood. He was a mess but Silas would know him anywhere. His stony face softened dramatically and he raised a hand to cup Agron’s cheek but fell short. It wasn’t his place to give such gestures of intimacy. Not anymore.

“You mad fuck...” He drew under his breath, taking a moment to survey the area around them and making sure the others had indeed retired. There were a million questions on his tongue. Questions only Agron would be able to answer. There was a nagging urge to cut him loose regardless if words were spoken, but even if he did, in this condition, Agron wouldn’t make it even a mile outside of camp before the day dawned. How the hell had he come to be in this position anyway?

A thought dawned on him and once again he checked for prying eyes before untying his waterskin from his belt and holding it while Agron drank. This much, he thought, he could at least do this much. 

“You fucking fool,” Was all he managed to say.

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A moment of weakness (silas)

18. My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Agron was slipping in and out of consciousness. The severe wound to his chest had been treated to keep him alive, for they were attempting to interrogate him. Extract information. Didn’t the fucks know that Agron would sooner die than ever spill secrets of his brothers and fellow rebels? Though, Agron did not opt to remain silent either. He cursed, crude words fleeing tongue. Demonstrative of his anger and hatred towards them. Each one was met with a harder punch, whether it be fists or the hilts of their swords, and kicks across his body. His mouth often filled with blood, forcing him to spit at the ground, and he could only see one of one eye as the other was bruised shut. Even the Romans however, required break from attempting to break him. So they retired for the night. 

Where Agron no longer required verbal strength, he felt exhaustion take over. His entire body throbbed from the wounds of the torture and beating, his hands numbed and yet pained at the same time from where they were tied, and his knees aching from having been in this fucking position since capture. Hunger and thirst were strong in him as well, but he refused to make mention for any of it. Nor would he voice complaint. It was exactly what the shits wanted. Instead, he let his mind wander to those he had left. Or well, one in particular. To know that Nasir was safe and Agron would not drag him to his doom, was enough for the German to greet afterlife with a fucking smile. 

He would be reunited with the Gaul soon enough. Once the Romans were done believing that he would betray his kin of heart. A shadow was suddenly upon him, a towering figure in the darkness of the night. Agron raised his head out of curiosity, his one eye barley able to open yet he did have vision from it while the other was swelled shut. Whatever thought or expression had once been on his features, everything faded. Instead, his lips parted and he felt his heart race within chest as he saw the figure before him. Suddenly, all else ceased to exist as the three words of shock escaped him without thought. “Fuck the gods.” 

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A Moment Of Weakness | Accepting | 

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Sharp blue eyes narrowed, drinking in Agron’s body language that spoke louder than any words the man could muster. To be honest, he found it a bit annoying. In the face of clear and solid evidence, why feign ignorance of it? But it was also endearing, the way Agron averted his eyes as if he could fend off the subject through the simple act of not looking at it. Obvious avoidance. And despite the precious blush that graced the German’s cheeks, Silas would have none of it and a large paw-like hand reached out to snatch the man by the chin and force his gaze back. 

Silas was a man of reason and logic. Facts were facts and there was no use to denying what was truth. And the truth was that his affection for the Germanic leader doubled every minute of every hour of every day. Maybe it was Agron’s easy smile that finally broke the stoic nature of his heart, or maybe it was the concern and care Agron afforded to peoples less fortunate regardless of tribe or tongue. Maybe it was his fierce loyalty to his cause or maybe it was because being with Agron just felt right.

Governing himself by emotions was unfamiliar territory. Typically there was rhyme and reason for every conscious decision Silas made. Now his fondness for Agron had rearranged the rule book. 

Silas moistened his lips, surely his actions would also speak louder than words? Bending his neck, he moved forward and paused just millimeters away from capturing Agron’s mouth with his own. It wasn’t hesitation, but rather a silent way for Agron to back out if Silas had indeed read him wrong. When the German obediently stayed put, he closed the gap. With his eyes falling closed, Silas surrendered to the alien and surreal feeling brought about by a lucky opportunity to serve his homeland in the east.

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“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.” (the-roman-beast)

Agron’s jaw clenched at Silas’ words. Obvious. Yes. He was right. It was pretty fucking obvious. But the German had still made attempt to be … subtle. Or at least conceal the stirrings he was feeling towards the other Roman. Ultimately with no success. Agron was currently in Silas’ room, a rented one at the inn him and the others would be residing at. Agron would say it’s neutral ground, but he was suddenly becoming very aware that he was indeed Silas’ room. Agron and the Roman were both the ones leading their group so they had come to discuss business; actions that would maintain the peace. While they had done so … that underlying tension was now being voiced. 

It was what had the German clenching his jaw and still forcing gaze away as nonchalantly as he could. “And what obvious avoidance do you speak of?” There was a knowing tone in Agron’s voice, but … he couldn’t be too certain. What if he made admittance to these … feelings for the other where Silas was of a different mind? Agron could not afford such a mistake. And so, he simply asked with a feigned innocence. Though something in the way that the Roman asked the question, had Agron knowing that he meant the question as the German had taken it. Addressing that underlying tension between them. Perhaps one brought on by mutual desire. And yet … Agron dare not hope for too good a thing to be true. 

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[the-roman-beast]

(Agron Rebel General) Sinday Roulette!

Hair pulling

With long strides he paced the tent. Tensions between the Roman legionary and the Germanic tribes were thickening, adding extra difficulty between the two trade leaders to find common ground and keep conflict at bay. When Silas first crossed the Rhine he had expected a savage land full of savage people. Granted, he had found some scattered here and there, but mostly what he encountered was a people who dedicated their every moment to whatever they were pursuing. It was a quality Silas shared and he found himself enjoying his time among them, bartering and finalizing trade routes between their lands and Rome.

He also hadn’t expected the German people’s representative to be so fiercely handsome and headstrong. The balance between them erred on caution at first, a healthy suspicion of intentions present in them both. Over time Silas found he fancied the man’s company immensely and often invited him for time spent outside the professional level. When the sun began to sink, they’d set foot towards the woodlands, hunting and bringing back meat to their people. On days when the sun was blistering and there was little to do, they’d head for the lake and swim. It was a comradery and a bond that, despite him being slow to trust, seemed to etch the man deep on his heart.

Silas liked the way Agron talked enthusiastically about things. Little things, big things, things that didn’t matter nor make sense but to hear of them from Agron’s lips, they were well received. But there came that one day when Agron quieted and shied away, unable to speak the obvious. Unable to voice the intriguing allure for each other that they shared. It made it hard to put into words the mutual affection that took root and began to grow. Lucky for them both, at that time, words weren’t needed.

After that, secret nightly visits became the norm. Most of the time it was Agron slipping past the sleepy Roman campfires and into his tent where clothes were shed and passions ignited. The German’s sun kissed skin had an earthy taste that was both sweet and addictive and as they lay thoroughly entangled together, Silas would feel content, happily satisfied and comfortable. At that time it was quite the foreign concept. Silas was rarely happy leaving things as they were. He was always on the move, always looking for something different or something else, the next big thing that he could experience and escape.

Agron had dissipated his restlessness.

Except for the moments, like now, when he waited in agitated impatience for the green eyed Apollo to sweep into his tent and settle snugly within his arms. 

A small rustle of fabric halted Silas in his back and forth pacing, the object of his desire stepping through the door flap with a toothy grin. Three great strides and Silas was there, his large hands cupping either side of the man’s face as he kissed him with clear intent and purpose. Agron must have felt the same intensity as he grabbed fistfuls of Silas’s hair, tugging on them like the reins of a horse. The gesture only enticed him further and opening his mouth he slipped his tongue past Agron’s lips, his hands sliding confidently down the German’s shoulders and slithering around his waist. Even clothed, their bodies pressed so tightly together, heat was shared between them and in this way, Silas turned and backed Agron towards the fur lined bed they had shared so many nights before.@agron-rebel-general