[ Again, there is that way that Ragnar can make him feel so wanted. It wasnt that Athelstan were merely useful but he is desired as well. The touch to bare skin is fire even when the fingers had dropped away, the trail they had made still blazed.
He's silent as he helps him with the shirt until they can discard it on the floor with his tunic.
Athelstan's eyes are drawn to the scars, the ones he so easily recognizes where they're from. ]
It was so long ago... [ Athelstan murmurs and his fingers tracing the scars that are more angry, new. The last he had seen them they had been older. It is a troubling thought in a way. ]
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He's silent as he helps him with the shirt until they can discard it on the floor with his tunic.
Athelstan's eyes are drawn to the scars, the ones he so easily recognizes where they're from. ]
It was so long ago... [ Athelstan murmurs and his fingers tracing the scars that are more angry, new. The last he had seen them they had been older. It is a troubling thought in a way. ]