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assyricn
assyricn ☢Awww :( Kore has so lowkey issues which...
Slaves are the best mwahahaha :D
Seriously there are so many layers to their behaviors and actions, to how they interact and understand the world. And I love looking at that, those like Kore and Nasir (and so many others) who where life long slaves or nearly so, those who had been slaves for a long time but not most of their lives, and those who where not slaves long at all and how they all somehow interact and try to understand each other.
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“And ‘von’t.” Worn hand reaches forth before resting upon the former body slave’s wrist, lips pursing as tempestuous gaze meets hers. “You ‘vith us. No Roman shits hurt you now.” Calloused digits ever-so-slightly caress soft flesh heretofore recoiling, tawny tresses billowing behind the warrior. “You say Crassus has ‘nother son?”
Chest rose and fell as breathing steadies. Mind races as Kore debates giving voice to thoughts yet unsaid, to any. “More than expected.” Kore’s hands where calloused, but less so and in different ways. Dark curl blew into Kore’s face and she smoothed them back. “A little boy. They adore one another.”
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Saxa certainly finds her interesting! Let's definitely plot, though.
Kore thinks Saxa mostly finds her annoying for not hating all Romans.
But yes let’s plot.
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Awww :(
Kore has so lowkey issues which I love. I love the lowkey, fakes being 100% fine til she’s NOT level she manages. Being a slave and what she learned to do to survive and thrive in that power structure is so much a large part of who she is.
“You need to rest.”
My muse is sick, and won’t admit it. Send “You need to rest.” for their reaction.
“There is no time for rest…. Many are wounded and still continue to fight.” The Syrian gave a genuine frown accompanying words. His current state was of course undeniable; cold sweat covering complexion and dark skin noticeably pale. But Nasir was stubborn, and refused to believe he deserved rest when so many others didn’t.
“And I will have words with them as well. You will grow worse and be a hindrance to fight and flight. Rest, recover, and fight while others take needed respite. Why must you be so stubborn?” Kore was concerned, deeply. It brought out the caregiver in her.
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Questions on Ships of the OTP, NoTP, BroTP Variety
☢ : Character my muse is afraid of.
Spartacus, actually. Kore knows if he casts her out of the camp she wouldn’t stand a chance on her own, isn’t sure what he will do if he ever discovers what she means to Crassus, so many things. And she doesn’t know how to broach those fears without being more vulnerable.
Time passed, as with all things. Those who could fight ventured off to battle and those who survived returned to be tended. Most times, they came with spoils of war. When Roman tents were raided, their goods were distributed among those who had the most need.
Interestingly enough, Agron had begun taking special notice of things the Medicus tent might require. He would procure things he had knowledge of and make certain they made their way into Kore’s possession. Linens, basins for water and herbal mixtures, containers of herbs; all were collected in hopes that they found better use with new mistress.
He paused, arms loaded with ill-gotten gains, at the flap of the tent erected for Kore and her new place as Medicus and cleared his throat. He would require aid, of course, but first he wanted to see gifts received. “These were taken when we sacked Roman villas. I thought you might find use for them.”
Kore continued to learn of healing, to expand her own training. It allowed her to fill her days and often nights, something she greatly needed. As great as her need, the need of those injured - and ill - proved greater.
Argon’s help and supply had not gone unnoticed to Kore, and she attempted to repay his thoughtfulness. If item delivered was unfamiliar, she sort out those who might know. Knowledge gained was shared with others, so they would not find themselves with care should something happen.
Word had spread quickly of the return of fighters, and Kore had begun to heat water, prepare mixtures of wine and herb, oil and herb, even honey to soothe. Now familiar footsteps alerted Kore to Argon’s presence before his voice fell upon ear. She turned, a small smile in place, “I will. How find the returning warriors? Any others with them?”
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kriiieger ♥ : Weird ship I have for my muse. ♜ :...
uM yes. I need.
Me too!
Kore though, will be shocked to find Kore is at all interesting to Saxa.
He wished to believe her, he did. But she worked for Marcus Crassus, it was hard for him to easily trust. “Speak plainly,” he replied, his tone less stern. “Why are you here?”
A less stern tone calmed her slightly. Slightly. And her trust had been shattered as well - she understood. “He was going to leave me with Tiberius. Marcus was was kind to me. Tiberius was not.” She inhaled, eyes closing. “He’s very cruel.I couldn’t bare it.”
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Skull dips so as to offer a brisk nod, bloodied lips curling once more. “’Ve use against Crassus. Roman shit ‘vould not no ‘vhat do ‘vithout son.” Worn fingers absently graze leather shoulder strap, a deep exhalation departing thin margins. “Spartacus smart. Know Crassus ‘vays. Little cunt of son ‘vill be captured. Know ‘zhis.” Gaze softens, Saxa’s mouth forming a taut line.
Kore returned nod with small shake. “He would focus attention and love on remaining son.” And the boy was far more worthy of father’s name and affection. “But Tiberius. He should fall for his actions. I tried-” Tried to make it so. Kore exhaled slowly. “I don’t want to be trapped under another’s hands again.”
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Omg, yes, I need Saxa & Kore now.
101 your fault. But I’m not opposed at all!
It was a look he knew all too well. It was similar to what beloved mother had given him when he’d made attempt at convincing her to see him to battle. Knee-jerk reaction was visceral and he found himself hard-pressed to actually fight it. Agron ducked head and huffed softly. Chastised.
Still, her words rang with something he had not considered. He was no tactician the way Spartacus was. The way these Roman fucks were. He took warning to heart, though.
“They would pursue those who fled..” Eyes shut and he considered it. “We would need warriors to protect those who took to mountains.” And, in that moment, he saw what she was saying. And understood. “I will broach subject with Spartacus when he rises. See his mind on such matters.”
Many fell to such look, it often served as Kore’s most potent defense and offence. Pains where taken to not abuse it, though Kore was more naturally inclined to be respectful of others. Naturally more inclined towards nurture.
Argon’s face betrayed his thinking, as words stuck home. Kore doubted Marcus would cease chase, even if she could not guess she lay partly to blame. Thought would have been horrifying and flattering in equal measure.
Head nodded as she answered, “They would. Give no glory to those who challenge Rome, even in survival beyond Rome.” They’re only hope was to go so far they could gain leaps of ground. And pray word of identity did not spread. “Gratitude.”
As with the caress of lips upon forehead, touch of hand was unexpected. Agron slowly pulled hand away, if only because he did not know what else to do with it. The fire was warm and soothing, providing balm to soul and body alike.
“My people did not migrate.” It was not often he spoke of life before enslavement. There was no point. They were all long gone. He stood as the only one (to his knowledge) that yet drew breath. The last. Still, sometimes it warranted discussion. “I know little of travel, save for festivals and celebrations.” No, they remained in one steading, regardless of the harshness of the weather about them.
Touch was not perused. Fire and presence of another was most welcome comfort. Kore’s breathing deepens and slows, muscles slack, eyes partly close. Stranger could almost mistake her asleep sitting up. Almost.
“Mine are unknown to me.” It was no comparison of loss, Argon’s was staggering. Kore’s simply lost to childhood. It did not cause wound. “But Romans enjoy travel, and I would accompany. Early spring, animals still lean from winter, plants barely grown. Nights sometimes cold, ice still present in places. Late spring is much better.” Same as any other place, but more important while travelling. Critical while fleeing pursuit.
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Tiberius. A cunt name for a little Roman cunt. Lips curl in disgust as the warrior listens to horrid tale, hand finding comfort upon the hilt of her dagger. “Hurt you to hurt father?” Several Germanic curses of old fall from sharp tongue, blade tearing from tattered skirt. “’Vould help you seek deserved vengeance.”
Saxa is not the only one both angered and disgusted - Kore’s face remains as stone, but fingers curls into palms and toes dig into ground. Kore had long learned to remain impassive when angered. “His. Exact. Words.” Words hiss out between clenched teeth. Eyes drift to blade as it is drawn, harden, then slowly rise to meet Saxa’s own. “Deserved and much desired.”
