War of the Damned
rewatch, I've had all these ~feelings~ about Nasir and how the fuck you would cope with being pre-emptively dumped, left to deal with a lot of war-related crap on your own, finding our your lover has got himself killed, blaming the shit out of yourself for it, then finding out he's alive (YAY!) but horrifically injured (NOOO!). Stable, steady support? Cuddles and kisses? An explosion of unconditional love? I don't believe it for a minute. Not this fucking Syrian.
So sometime last week, I started to work on what I thought would be a 500-word character study thing to explore how he'd actually be pissed as hell while having to balance that with supportive boyfriend mode.
It... kind of exploded, lol. Title
: Our Days of Blood and Sunset Author
: Spartacus; Agron/Nasir, Castus, Naevia, OFC (Nasir POV)Word Count
: Angst and feels. Y’know, the usual. Also medical trauma and warrior identity issues.Summary
: Nasir knows he should not be angry at someone he’d thought lost forever, someone he loves this much who has been hurt this badly; but he can’t help it, either. Disclaimer
: I don’t own Spartacus. Sobbity and woe!A/N
: Set between The Dead and the Dying
Kind of a follow-up to that i live and you are gone
, but you don’t have to have read that to get this (I just like to set fics in the same context, apparently). Enormous thanks to my awesome beta alsha
for being my soundboard and research buddy for crucifixion injuries. (Romans were fucking vile, man). All remaining medical inaccuracies are my own.Fic is here @ AO3