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           He rose a brow as he watched her. “I do not recall freedom having the price            of chains upon neck. You are free of them, do not live like they are still           bound to you.”

Agron fortunately did not have an overnight which meant, he came into the morning refreshed. And it was fortunate for that, as he had a meeting with a teacher coming in who wished to arrange a field trip for her students. Agron’s superior had told him to greet her warmly, and to take her on a quick tour of the place as well as go over basic protocols. Things that they would not have time to explain when there was a classroom full of children. 

Further fortune was upon them, as the day was fairly quiet. So when a woman walked towards the station, the door to the garage portion opened, Agron immediately approached her. “Hi. You must be Turia.” Who else would come midday to the fire station. He extended his hand politely her to shake. “I’m Agron. I’ll be the one giving the tour to your students.” When they came on the designated date.

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Turia’s dark gaze traveled, suspicion littered within her onyx orbs, from the hand that gently clasped her arm, to the face of the man whose arm it belonged to. Nasir.

She blinked. Ever since the woman had touched his hair, and at first not receiving the expected response, she had been very aware of her physical boundaries around the man. Upsetting or angering her ally was never her intent, and Nasir held a bit of a special place for her.

This simple gesture parted volumes of unspoken words from sealed lips to her, and a wave of respect and gratitude- for this seeming bridge of trust crossed at last- washed over Turia. She was moved.

In response, she only smiled.

Nasir was glad unexpected touch toward Turia had not been greeted as he’d once greeted same from her. He did try to be cautious, so his fingertips only grazed he inner elbow to get her attention. The sun had long since set, but the night was still warm and many were still up, drinking and having boisterous conversation.

Agron could not say that he was proud to bare the mark that scarred his forearm. He had passed the test, promoted to the position of Gladiator. All it provided to him was better opportunity to protect their brother. While simultaneously fearing the fate of when they took the sands upon the arena. What would happen to him then? He too passed the test but it was only the first stage. More battles would come, and Agron was terrified of one that could claim his brother’s life. The others celebrated, drinking and fucking to heart’s content.

Agron remained in the shadows of the shelter, uninterested in wine, women or cock. He did not often partake in such celebrations, granted this was the first that he was a part of. His eyes eventually eased off of his brother who seemed to be drinking and enjoying the victory of the test. He would not sully the moment for him. Instead, he stood in the area outside, leaning against the bars of the cage, his fixated upon the still healing flesh upon his arm. B. Batiatus. The mark of the Brotherhood. The brand of a fucking slave.

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📫 for a letter my muse would write about yours to a third party.

Turia is definitely one of the most dedicated professionals I have ever met. Her commitment to her students is incredible. It was an absolute pleasure working with her and getting to know her. To be collaborating with someone who has so much passion for their work is a true privilege. It is my sincere hope that we will have the chance to work together again in the future. Please consider her for all things. She is a very special person. 

Regards- Agron

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@nodomina sent 🎞- Favorite cartoon/anime?

HMMM Does Peanuts aka Snoopy count?!? Hahah! Cause thats TOTALLY my favorite!! Does Sailor Moon count for Anime?? I also enjoy RWBY!!  THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS TO MEEE!!!! <3