[ Ragnar's touch is distracting, pleasurable and it's easy to almost let himself forget everything that's being said and by the time the other is finished speaking he thinks that perhaps he should. After all, when it came down to it, it had always been easier for Athelstan to create barriers and to lean on each reason why he shouldn't. Aslaug had been the latest additional excuse he used in his mind on top of the vows that while he'd already broken he still believed he should uphold -- but they alone didn't seem to prove enough for him any longer.
And here he is, breaking them again and with Ragnar -- he knew there is no real going back to those vows after this. It pained him and a great deal of conflict would always be there under the surface perhaps. Would God ever forgive him? Did he need forgiveness for this? It's love, isn't it? If he believed his God was a God of love, how could he have disapproved? What a complicated web is weaved inside of Athelstan's mind. ]
Did you really think that you were ever alone? [ Athelstan murmurs but he doesn't wait for the answer, talking about this perhaps they'd just stumble into Ragnar's anger again or Athelstan might point out that after Lagertha had left Aslaug would not have been nearly as understanding had he ever dropped the pretenses that kept them apart.
He presses his lips to Ragnar's again, his hand on his jaw as he presses their bodies closer once more. It takes quite a deal of courage and there's the fear of feeling foolish as hand drops down to the other's hip, pulling him over him as he rolls onto his back again, legs wrapping around Ragnar's waist. ]
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And here he is, breaking them again and with Ragnar -- he knew there is no real going back to those vows after this. It pained him and a great deal of conflict would always be there under the surface perhaps. Would God ever forgive him? Did he need forgiveness for this? It's love, isn't it? If he believed his God was a God of love, how could he have disapproved? What a complicated web is weaved inside of Athelstan's mind. ]
Did you really think that you were ever alone? [ Athelstan murmurs but he doesn't wait for the answer, talking about this perhaps they'd just stumble into Ragnar's anger again or Athelstan might point out that after Lagertha had left Aslaug would not have been nearly as understanding had he ever dropped the pretenses that kept them apart.
He presses his lips to Ragnar's again, his hand on his jaw as he presses their bodies closer once more. It takes quite a deal of courage and there's the fear of feeling foolish as hand drops down to the other's hip, pulling him over him as he rolls onto his back again, legs wrapping around Ragnar's waist. ]