@sacred-ground-doctore liked for a starter || (accepting)
Nasir wound up firmly aligned with the Germans. He didn’t particularly care were anyone was from, but because he was Agron’s lover, lines had been drawn that Nasir couldn’t do anything about. He set his attentions to training during the day, often trying to pair himself with partners who held more skill than himself, former gladiators as often as possible, so that he was learning faster than some others who were less bold.
He took a break for water, where he found Crixus. He’d seen him recently training Naevia to fight, though he had not really spoken to the man since Crixus had extended a hand to him, an offer not to hold him in poor regard because he was Syrian, in Naevia’s memory. The guilt that had already been slowly growing heavier had almost choked Nasir then.
Nasir and Naevia had bonded quickly and firmly in Crixus’ absense, but Nasir held no idea where he stood with the Gaul anymore–if he was back to being the Syrian shit who kept German company that he’d just as soon punch as he would extend a hand to. “She is strong,” he said, inclining his head to where Naevia sat with another former slave not far from the water barrel. She was clearly traumatized and unstable, but Nasir held faith in his friend. “You do right by her. She will put many Romans to fucking grass when her feet become more steady.”
