#silgron

13. Excusing Selves from the Dinner table at a Friend’s Place to go ‘Look for something important in the Car’

It was a nice evening with mutual friends from work, and Silas and Agron were among them. Ever since the two had formed their relationship, Agron found it incredibly difficult to keep his hands off of the other. As if he was in a constant state of wanting him; of wanting to touch him. He had to force his gaze not to go to Silas and just remain on him . . . appreciating every feature in silent praise of his beauty. Deciding to have some fun with it, he slipped his hand under the table and slid it along Silas’ upper thigh. Agron had to clench his jaw to hold back a smirk at his teasing actions. It was particularly amusing when Silas was in the middle of a story, and Agron inched his hand further up, closer to his cock . . . forcing the other to act unaffected with eyes upon him. But he could feel it. The younger male’s hand hidden from view. 

Agron was to repeat the actions for a third time, when Silas suddenly spoke of something being in the car, turning to Agron to ask him to help him find it. Agron didn’t need to further question it. He smiled in response, nodding his head and excusing himself from the dinner table. He damn well knew there was nothing in the car, and his heart beat heavier in his chest with anticipation of what it meant. To know that he could stir his lover to such desire. When they got to the car, the smile remained on Agron’s lips. “So what is it exactly that you forgot in here?” He asked him playfully, unlocking the door and feeling the building anticipation, start to coil lower in his body. He was eager to get inside. Eager to feel his lover’s hands on him, and return his own to Silas’ body. 

@the-roman-beast

you know its bad when the white boy says "Livin' the Dream."

18. My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Agron was slipping in and out of consciousness. The severe wound to his chest had been treated to keep him alive, for they were attempting to interrogate him. Extract information. Didn’t the fucks know that Agron would sooner die than ever spill secrets of his brothers and fellow rebels? Though, Agron did not opt to remain silent either. He cursed, crude words fleeing tongue. Demonstrative of his anger and hatred towards them. Each one was met with a harder punch, whether it be fists or the hilts of their swords, and kicks across his body. His mouth often filled with blood, forcing him to spit at the ground, and he could only see one of one eye as the other was bruised shut. Even the Romans however, required break from attempting to break him. So they retired for the night. 

Where Agron no longer required verbal strength, he felt exhaustion take over. His entire body throbbed from the wounds of the torture and beating, his hands numbed and yet pained at the same time from where they were tied, and his knees aching from having been in this fucking position since capture. Hunger and thirst were strong in him as well, but he refused to make mention for any of it. Nor would he voice complaint. It was exactly what the shits wanted. Instead, he let his mind wander to those he had left. Or well, one in particular. To know that Nasir was safe and Agron would not drag him to his doom, was enough for the German to greet afterlife with a fucking smile. 

He would be reunited with the Gaul soon enough. Once the Romans were done believing that he would betray his kin of heart. A shadow was suddenly upon him, a towering figure in the darkness of the night. Agron raised his head out of curiosity, his one eye barley able to open yet he did have vision from it while the other was swelled shut. Whatever thought or expression had once been on his features, everything faded. Instead, his lips parted and he felt his heart race within chest as he saw the figure before him. Suddenly, all else ceased to exist as the three words of shock escaped him without thought. “Fuck the gods.” 

@the-roman-beast​

Updated Silgron's design

halfway through colouring this, he went to the Throne THat Makes You Old in-session LMFAO