You did not agree. [He said more forcefully. Although some, maybe most, of his fellow countrymen saw slaves as something other than people, he'd always found it very difficult to separate those sorts of things. Crying, seeing someone in pain or even seeing someone clearly not enjoying something had always been a huge mood killer for him. He could understand where the power and control over another person would be very appealing, but it simply wasn't enough, and control willingly given had always tasted so much sweeter.
He nudged Athelstan's cheek with his nose so he'd turn his head to the side and then pressed a mix of kisses and bites down his neck, pausing to suck a bruise into the crook of his neck. It would be barely visible when he had his shirt back on, but it would be visible.
He froze, going tense for a moment when Athelstan once again questioned his motives and, frankly, his honor. He lifted his head to gaze down at Athelstan, expression serious, eyes narrowed, the blue an ice-cold anger.] Are you speaking of me? ... Or yourself? I am not the one who 'conquered' somebody once and then left to sail across the sea and return to a foreign land with my pagan friend.
[It was harsh, very harsh, and after he said it there was an immediate flicker of regret and guilt, though he'd never admit that he'd done anything wrong. There was something about being not only accused of being capable of casual rape but also instantly abandoning his friend after sleeping with them that made his blood boil.]
If you are so uncertain, so suspicious of me, we should not do this.
[With that, he pushed himself up and untangled himself from Athelstan, seething. Part of him didn't understand why he was so angry. It wasn't that just anyone thought he was the kind of person who would do those things it was that Athelstan thought he was the kind of person who would do those things. To him no less.
He turned and angrily punched the very solid wall of the cabin with a growl, pacing a bit before he went back over to pick up his tunic.]
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He nudged Athelstan's cheek with his nose so he'd turn his head to the side and then pressed a mix of kisses and bites down his neck, pausing to suck a bruise into the crook of his neck. It would be barely visible when he had his shirt back on, but it would be visible.
He froze, going tense for a moment when Athelstan once again questioned his motives and, frankly, his honor. He lifted his head to gaze down at Athelstan, expression serious, eyes narrowed, the blue an ice-cold anger.] Are you speaking of me? ... Or yourself? I am not the one who 'conquered' somebody once and then left to sail across the sea and return to a foreign land with my pagan friend.
[It was harsh, very harsh, and after he said it there was an immediate flicker of regret and guilt, though he'd never admit that he'd done anything wrong. There was something about being not only accused of being capable of casual rape but also instantly abandoning his friend after sleeping with them that made his blood boil.]
If you are so uncertain, so suspicious of me, we should not do this.
[With that, he pushed himself up and untangled himself from Athelstan, seething. Part of him didn't understand why he was so angry. It wasn't that just anyone thought he was the kind of person who would do those things it was that Athelstan thought he was the kind of person who would do those things. To him no less.
He turned and angrily punched the very solid wall of the cabin with a growl, pacing a bit before he went back over to pick up his tunic.]