[ Alfred finds himself not necessarily putting too many questions into why he suddenly feels at easy, the desire to be around a Ivar no longer accompanied by conflict and confusion. It just felt... natural and right. His thumb rubbed over the opposite wrists where the runes were and his heart raced inside of his chest.
Alfred eagerly joins Ivar when the Viking sits down and where he would normally leave space he sits close, giving into the urge. He’s slihhtly more hesitant to reach out his hand but then he does, a fingertip tracing his name on Ivar’s wrist. There’s plenty of wants growing inside of him, the want to touch and be touched, to be close and a number of other thoughts cross his mind. ]
A little strange isn’t it? [ to suddenly know the things that had been confusing and a struggle. ]
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Alfred eagerly joins Ivar when the Viking sits down and where he would normally leave space he sits close, giving into the urge. He’s slihhtly more hesitant to reach out his hand but then he does, a fingertip tracing his name on Ivar’s wrist. There’s plenty of wants growing inside of him, the want to touch and be touched, to be close and a number of other thoughts cross his mind. ]
A little strange isn’t it? [ to suddenly know the things that had been confusing and a struggle. ]