nagron ficlet Chosen path
Fandom: Spartacus WotD
Pairing: Agron/Nasir
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Rating: PG, if that
Summary: a short moment during a long journey
Word count: since this ficlet contains 200 words, I declare it a double drabble
Note: this might be considered one of any number of ficlets, drabbles etc forming a very loose patchwork.
Chosen path
By Sophia Moon
Agron looked out over the strangling group of those who had yet survived. They were the old, the very young, the nursing mothers, and the sick and wounded. Behind them death. Behind them the slain warriors. Behind them Spartacus, reunited in loving arms. And before them? Who was going to live in freedom instead of to die of hunger, exhaustion, illness, accidents, cold?
“Your thoughts weight heavy on you?” Nasir asked, his hand gentle on his lover’s arm.
“I do not wish to burden you with them when rest is needed and the lands east of the Rhine are still so far away.”
Nasir didn’t say a single word to encourage Agron to speak.
“As if thought could be hidden from you.” Agron smiled ruefully. “How many will see the end of this journey?”
“Almost none.” Nasir sounded calm as the quiet morning before the first crow greeted the sun.
“Then why…?”
“Because some journeys have to be made.” Nasir kissed Agron’s cheek. “We might be able to reach better place before night falls.”
“Then I thank the gods I travel with you by my side.”
Nasir chuckled. “Is that wonderful promise for tonight?”
Agron grinned and started to walk.
Pairing: Agron/Nasir
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Rating: PG, if that
Summary: a short moment during a long journey
Word count: since this ficlet contains 200 words, I declare it a double drabble
Note: this might be considered one of any number of ficlets, drabbles etc forming a very loose patchwork.
Chosen path
By Sophia Moon
Agron looked out over the strangling group of those who had yet survived. They were the old, the very young, the nursing mothers, and the sick and wounded. Behind them death. Behind them the slain warriors. Behind them Spartacus, reunited in loving arms. And before them? Who was going to live in freedom instead of to die of hunger, exhaustion, illness, accidents, cold?
“Your thoughts weight heavy on you?” Nasir asked, his hand gentle on his lover’s arm.
“I do not wish to burden you with them when rest is needed and the lands east of the Rhine are still so far away.”
Nasir didn’t say a single word to encourage Agron to speak.
“As if thought could be hidden from you.” Agron smiled ruefully. “How many will see the end of this journey?”
“Almost none.” Nasir sounded calm as the quiet morning before the first crow greeted the sun.
“Then why…?”
“Because some journeys have to be made.” Nasir kissed Agron’s cheek. “We might be able to reach better place before night falls.”
“Then I thank the gods I travel with you by my side.”
Nasir chuckled. “Is that wonderful promise for tonight?”
Agron grinned and started to walk.