Athelstan inhaled sharply at Ragnar's reply and he does his best to school his face to not show the way it had upset him. It takes a moment for him to be willing to look directly at Ragnar again. It doesn't become any easier to hold his gaze when he keeps talking.
He feels that infernal burning in his eyes again and the turns his head to look anywhere but at Ragnar. He doesn't know what exactly it is that causes him to crack again.
He takes a quick inhale and doesn't look back at Ragnar, not wanting him to see him and rather sure if he did that he'd wouldn't be able to stop himself from truly crying. He felt so weak and this loss of composure is not helping in the least.
"I did not go to him to learn. Not tonight... and the first night I was hardly myself," he murmurs, his voice quiet but it doesn't mask how thick it is.
"Why are you holding it against me? I thought it was the natural way of things," Athelstan whispers in frustration, Ragnar's tone digging into a sore spot.
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He feels that infernal burning in his eyes again and the turns his head to look anywhere but at Ragnar. He doesn't know what exactly it is that causes him to crack again.
He takes a quick inhale and doesn't look back at Ragnar, not wanting him to see him and rather sure if he did that he'd wouldn't be able to stop himself from truly crying. He felt so weak and this loss of composure is not helping in the least.
"I did not go to him to learn. Not tonight... and the first night I was hardly myself," he murmurs, his voice quiet but it doesn't mask how thick it is.
"Why are you holding it against me? I thought it was the natural way of things," Athelstan whispers in frustration, Ragnar's tone digging into a sore spot.
"Yes and no."