[Bowing his head, he watches Athelstan's fingers, muscles moving reflexively under his touch as he traces the still pink scars.]
They are not even a year old. [He still hadn't seen Athelstan's stigmata, scars he will undoubtedly be curious about.
He stepped a little closer, running his knuckles along the line of Athelstan's hip, up from where it emerged from the waist of his pants.] You look stronger. [He smirked a bit, but it was true. When he'd first met Athelstan, the monk hadn't only been small, but he'd never fought and had only done light labor. Athelstan was actually looking almost Viking now.]
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They are not even a year old. [He still hadn't seen Athelstan's stigmata, scars he will undoubtedly be curious about.
He stepped a little closer, running his knuckles along the line of Athelstan's hip, up from where it emerged from the waist of his pants.] You look stronger. [He smirked a bit, but it was true. When he'd first met Athelstan, the monk hadn't only been small, but he'd never fought and had only done light labor. Athelstan was actually looking almost Viking now.]