#rp partner | rcbcrn

[melodicwitchlight]

rcbcrn ☀️ athelstan :

‘ All of the feeling inside me isn’t raging, no, they were muted, much like the colors of something that have been left outside in the rain for too long. I didn’t FEEL like i once did, didn’t feel the same thump that my heart would make near Ragnar, didn’t feel sadness as i once had. It was like everything was draining away from me but this form stayed, ‘ Athelstan grimaced at his words and pursed his lips.

At this point, half translucent and ignored by all, he didn’t think that meeting his God only to be cast into HELL would be worth it. “I once read, ‘When love is lost, do not BOW your head in sadness; instead KEEP your head up HIGH and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal.’ I did not think that it would ever apply to me; I never believed I would fall in love, but, it seems relevant now,” hands reached for shoulders and dug into skin as well as they could. Blue met blue and Athelstan’s eyes dug holes FURTHER into the younger him. Words could not be found to tell him what he should do.

they are under the shelter of the straw house in kattegat, watching the village, light rain falling down the roof. he sees his self, athelstan, in future remembrance.

‘ a ghost, ‘ the older had said he was, to the one looking at his grey blue discolour, a white shirt clad on his torso and pants which were a little long ( so he rolled the sleeves up ).

he himself, aethelstan, is wearing a light brown shirt with flowing sleeves ( embroidered at hem ) and the same pants. he sees athelstan has a faint scar on his hand, from being crucified in the cross, asking ‘ could I touch your hand? ‘ pain is echoing in his chest, as he folds his flowy arms and sees the other.

he missed lindisfarne, where ragnar and the vikings had raided. kattegat was quite strange in its ways, it having shaken him. they saw him as a virgin monk to be slaughtered and sold, and did not care about him or his lindisfarne family ( he seeing his brothers hung crudely with a rope tied to washing lines and logs of wood for campfires. )

as athelstan speaks to the younger, having seen him when praying at the seashore, he and ragnar were talking about paris in the sand. he remembers being in a raid with his fellow vikings, his black purple hair swaying in breeze and sighing in wistful sadness ( as he is on the boat to england ). there was a bookstore of manuscripts in lindisfarne, which he touched the yellowing crackle of paper ( with beautiful calligraphic ink ).

there was a beautiful mountain overlooking the sea there, which aethelstan liked going to during his monastic studies before the vikings pillaged and plundered, to see and hear the rushing sound of the waters trickling through. it brought him peace and calm, as did the silver cross he wore.

god keep my head above water, don’t let me drown, it gets harder.

modern reincarnation;

I. Modern reincarnation new athelstan ic.

II. Stayed intact on my multimuse.

III. Vault cottage username channels : athelstan - blinded by faith. usernames in full ( new ).

IV. Verses.

V. OOC.

VI. Positivity.

VII. Headcanon : Modern.

VIII. Found peace and pain in storm and rain in modern emergence in the roleplay community.

athelstan had felt sorrow and sentimental, in furrowing of his brows and slight groove of his forehead in touch, a brown moth moving its wings in the paper. as aethelstan touches the other’s hand. he enjoyed photography, and colours of the landscape. ‘ low key colour, ‘ he continues. ‘ I was in the grey storm waters, holding out my hand to ragnar. ‘

he had said to ragnar to be there for his sons, after the words of mercy.

he remembers when cooking fish in the house, that he was less interested in escaping now, as he talks to the wider eyed man, ‘ I never believed I would fall in love, ‘

ragnar had been at church with him, and they were fighting in a battle against saxons. the dane warrior had seen a bleeding wound with mud on his friend’s cheek, and had handed some green herbs 🌿 and water to fight the infection. athelstan cradling his cheek with them and tree bark bandage, and saying he was kind and tender-hearted. he had draped on a brown woollen coat with blue grey armor.

[melodicwitchlight]

rcbcrn

The smile upon seeing Bjorn remains on Thorunn’s lips, as she then spots Athelstan. All those people she used to serve seemed to have just come back from England.

But no longer! She was a free woman now, free to make her own choices in this world full of endless possibilities.

“ Hello. Did you enjoy your trip? ”