“How could I make you jealous? I melt whenever you say my name.”
@antleredthrone:
The tall blacksmith paused when he heard those words, coming from someone he thought was still at the party. But he didn't turn to face the Prince, instead concentrating on putting his tools away. Normally he kept his jealousy well hidden but lately, that had started to get harder. Only Glorfindel really knew just how much of a leash he had been keeping on his emotions and it was starting to wear on him. "How could you not?" His shoulders dropped with weariness.
There was a menagerie of reasons as to why he would be jealous. And just as many as to why he had no reason to be. His boss was going to have to be a little more specific on what he meant when he asked that. Although, the redhead had an inkling of a feeling as to why. It might have something to do with the arm candy he possessed right now.
So was Reno jealous?
Honestly, no, but yes. The Turk found himself a little jealous. Of both the arm candy and the Turk that would be accompanying them to their dinner. Tseng seemed to be smirking from the doorway of the office. Look at that smug man. Reno found himself looking back down at the magazine in his hands.
“Now why would I ever be jealous, Boss?” He said, hints of jealousy seeping into his voice. “You and your lil pals right there have a fun evening now, you hear? You know your curfew. Even a second late will certainly bring trouble.”
“What do you not see!?” Duro had reached his limit; he couldn’t handle this argument anymore.
Ever since he and Lugo had begun to draw closer, ever since training and playful banter had to turned to softer words and warm embraces, Agron had done nothing but try to pull them apart. Interrupting quiet moments when day was turning to night, calling Duro away for “important matters” when wine was about to be shared between them, turning a once friendly eye into a glare full of daggers whenever Lugo laid a hand on the younger German. Gods forbid they even attempt to share a tent. If they wanted it to remain standing, they had to wait until long after Nasir and Agron had retired before sneaking off to slip into bed together.
And his comments had grown more and more bitter, bordering on insulting now that Lugo and Duro had taken to ignoring him.
Duro had had enough. And having this fight for the fifth time in as many nights had destroyed the fine bit of patience he had managed to keep intact.
“Lugo has been a friendly presence when all other warmth has been denied me! Not that I would expect you to understand that feeling!” Duro sneered, a cold mocking smile spreading over his face, “Agron the General, Agron, Spartacus’ right hand, Agron the trusted, Agron the Warrior!”
The twisted smile fell away, replaced with a heated glare, “Everyone here sees you as something to aspire to! No one questions your abilities in battle, no one looks down upon you or questions your strength! But me?” The laugh that broke from his lips was humorless and sharp.
“Do you not remember the way they all looked at me? The things they whispered while back was turned? Duro, Agron’s little brother. Duro, Crixus’ whipping boy. Duro, the one lucky to have survived! None of them believed I was worthy of being among them! But Lugo...Lugo greeted me as a brother! Lugo did not fall from presence when I was bested, as Nemetes and Sedullus did! Lugo stood by me! Lugo offered guidance! He did not mock when I was defeated, only built upon Oenomaus’ teachings!”
And oh how that support was appreciated. The extra help, the advice and added training, had helped Duro in ways the ludus never had. Lugo helped him retreat from his own mind, showed him how to avoid worrying about the thoughts of others.
“Which is more than I can say for you!” The anger and hurt that Duro had felt upon Agron turning from him at he ludus finally found an opening to shine through, and shine it did. “Do not think I have forgotten how quickly you were willing to push me aside after a lost fight!”
Duro’s teeth ground together, forcing himself to return to the topic at hand.
“You found Nasir weeks after we rebelled! You have had added company and intimacy that most others do not! And now that I have finally found someone to hold close, you have done nothing but attempt to drive us apart!” Duro was toe to toe with his brother now, refusing to back down, “You, the one who retreats with his boy whenever a private moment can be stolen, would rather see me alone than with someone who brings me joy and comfort!
Lugo is a strong, proud warrior! And unlike you, he allows me to live life without constantly following like a second shadow! I am not a child, Agron! And he accepts that! Something I have begun to doubt you will ever do! I do not need you making decisions for me! Lugo makes me happy, and I will not have you ruining this!”
There was a distinct reddening on the Turk’s face as he rose the magazine up to cover his face. Yeah, he wasn’t having any of that. No sirree. Would not give this man the satisfaction of letting him know that he had gotten to him. Although, that was already too late as he had raised the magazine for seemingly no reason. What must that arm candy think?
And what must Tseng be thinking?
What must Rufus be thinking?
Whether the man was actually doing it or not, he dared not peek over the edge. He could have sworn he could feel the blond’s smirk bearing down on him. Deep breaths, Reno. This isn’t your first rodeo, just calm down. It took a couple seconds longer than he would have liked, but he lowered the magazine. Face significantly less red than what it had been before.
“But apparently not cute enough to score tonight’s date.”
@thxwxlf sent: ❝ wait are you jealous? ❞ (from Kekipi)
"Yeah." Trevor admits. "Something wrong with that?" Most men would shrug it off, play it cool, never dare to admit they're jealous, but Trevor isn't most guys. Trevor is blunt with his honesty and happy to stand by his feelings, even the ones others may not necessarily condone. He would never dare to lay any claim to Kekipi, but that doesn't mean he likes seeing dipshits flirt with her either. "You'd break that stupid motherfucker in all of two seconds...part of me would like to see it." He grins, draining his drink. "...but a larger part of me just wants to kick that smiling motherfucker to death before he gets anywhere near you."
