"Rage? Yes. But blind? Less often than you'd think." Ivar makes stupid mistakes when he's in a blind rage. Anger might sustain him, but he uses it to forward his goals rather than just give into it without thinking.
One hand comes up to rest on lightly on Heahmund's thigh as he slowly falls asleep. If Heahmund hasn't shoved him off by now, he's not going to. And Ivar feels comfortable here, almost safe in a way. Heahmund has an infuriating way of making Ivar want to trust him even when he knows he shouldn't.
"Or that is simply what you want me to think," Heahmund says, watching him as he's falling asleep and he's not sure how to feel about how comfortable it is or the heat that rises when the other's hand rests on his thigh. Ivar looks far more innocent than he is as he's falling asleep.
Once Heahmund is sure that Ivar has fallen asleep his hand thoughtlessly combs through the teen's hair, exhaling heavily as he does.
Ivar's weariness overcomes him and he falls asleep without another word, unusual for someone who always has to get the last one in. He'll continue this later on once he wakes up.
He makes a sound that could easily be a purr as he sleeps when Heahmund begins to stroke his hand through his hair, the hand on his thigh subconsciously clutching him just a little tighter. Perhaps he's somewhere far away in his mind, back when he was still a small child with most of his innocence intact.
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One hand comes up to rest on lightly on Heahmund's thigh as he slowly falls asleep. If Heahmund hasn't shoved him off by now, he's not going to. And Ivar feels comfortable here, almost safe in a way. Heahmund has an infuriating way of making Ivar want to trust him even when he knows he shouldn't.
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Once Heahmund is sure that Ivar has fallen asleep his hand thoughtlessly combs through the teen's hair, exhaling heavily as he does.
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He makes a sound that could easily be a purr as he sleeps when Heahmund begins to stroke his hand through his hair, the hand on his thigh subconsciously clutching him just a little tighter. Perhaps he's somewhere far away in his mind, back when he was still a small child with most of his innocence intact.