Posted on January 5, 2020 at 10:04:40 PM by Björn
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Björn
where innocences burn in flames
He does not understand nor does he argue with the fact that Nya has some kind of spell cast over him. From the sultry way she moves her hips to her featherlight touch on his smoky hide. She has him ensnared in her honey gaze as look of mock apprehension contorts the delicate features of her face. A smirk tugs at his lips as her words fill the space between them. "You haunt my thoughts but in other ways," he answers playfully, letting the tension release from his shoulders. As their conversation turns from playful to serious, he can see her grin fade from her lips. He revels in their closeness and for a moment, he is content to let her press herself into his smoky hide. She is witty, and has a tongue like a two edged sword. One that can be used to make war and bring you to your knees, or to make peace between all the nations. He lifts his head as she speaks, and his glacial eyes meet her honey colored ones. He holds her gaze, and lifts his head proudly to look at her. "Can I be both?" he questions her. "Why do I have to choose one over the other? Would you prefer me to be a war hardened man? Or to have the soft embrace of a lover?" he pauses a moment, letting the silence span between them. He knows deep down, that you can not have both. It is either to turn his back on the ways of his kin, and be hardened and calloused. Or to leave that life behind and embrace love. He shakes his head. Too many decisions are clouding his mind. His eyes remain glued to hers as she continues. She does have a point. There would always be another war, a battle. "My dear Nya, I have been that man," he says with a sigh before straightening his shoulders and pulling himself higher as he begins to put his thoughts together. "I have seen the atrocities of war, the wounded... the dead. All of it plagues my dreams, it haunts me," he pauses as a sucks in a deep breath. "I don't want any of that for you. There are things I have done in the name of war, in the name of someone else's cause," he says just above a whisper. His face hardens, as he tries to hide his vulnerability. "It's something you wouldn't understand," he says as he pulls his gaze from her. How could she? A single ear flicks to her as she goes on to explain about the protective nature of women. And he does agree, partially. "I understand you can protect yourself from predators, but there is more to worry about than the fang of a wolf or the claw of the puma," he says as he turns his hardened gaze on her. "You have never came across a man like my brother, nor the likes of him," his gaze softens momentarily as he looks into her honey eyes. How could he explain what Ivar is like? He is the monster that lingers in the shadows, the wolf that prowls in the midnight hour. Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh
brother to Ivar & Lagertha
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