[ Athelstan sighs, relatively sure already that there were going to be more knife and axe marks in the walls of their home. It's normal enough but there had been peace for some time at least.
He doesn't have to say anything else before Ivar has turned into the husky. It's always a strange thing, at first, the transformation but the husky has now become synonymous with Ivar and the dog is able to get onto his lap without any resistance.
In truth, Athelstan needs comfort too and this is by far some of the best possible. His hand strokes the dog's head, rubbing between his ears and then downward. ]
[Ivar lets himself sink into the instincts of the dog, the simple nature and innate optimism. It makes this emotional state easier to be broken down into little easily-digestible chunks. He whines again, low in his throat, as Athelstan rubs behind his ears. It's easier to talk when he knows no one else will overhear what he has to say.]
[ Ivar's comment makes Athelstan's heart twist for him again. He wants to promise that he never will but that's not one he could know he could keep. He cannot tell the future though he knows he will never want to leave Ivar behind. He continues to pet him, it's a little easier to offer him comfort this way, beyond mere words. ]
Some people are only meant to be in our lives for a season but you can bear it and you will find those who never leave. And sometimes people come back and we accept that paths sometimes criss-cross.
[Despite all his sadness, the dog instincts respond to the petting much more positively than his mind does. His tail slowly begins to wag back and forth.]
<It's all too much. My parents, Floki, my brothers...none have ever stayed.>
[Of course, the common factor there was Ivar, but he wasn't taking responsibility for his part in driving his brothers away. At least the other three had their reasons.]
[ Athelstan sighs softly, the sadness weighing on him more as he pets him. ]
Sometimes, people have to leave but often they come back. I left your father but I came back. You have to leave room to allow people to do what they need to do. Sometimes they don't really have a choice.
[ He rubs one of the dog's ears. ]
And sometimes, you might make it hard for them to stay.
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[ Athelstan sighs, relatively sure already that there were going to be more knife and axe marks in the walls of their home. It's normal enough but there had been peace for some time at least.
He doesn't have to say anything else before Ivar has turned into the husky. It's always a strange thing, at first, the transformation but the husky has now become synonymous with Ivar and the dog is able to get onto his lap without any resistance.
In truth, Athelstan needs comfort too and this is by far some of the best possible. His hand strokes the dog's head, rubbing between his ears and then downward. ]
It'll be alright.
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<Everyone leaves me eventually. I can't bear it.>
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Some people are only meant to be in our lives for a season but you can bear it and you will find those who never leave. And sometimes people come back and we accept that paths sometimes criss-cross.
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<It's all too much. My parents, Floki, my brothers...none have ever stayed.>
[Of course, the common factor there was Ivar, but he wasn't taking responsibility for his part in driving his brothers away. At least the other three had their reasons.]
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Sometimes, people have to leave but often they come back. I left your father but I came back. You have to leave room to allow people to do what they need to do. Sometimes they don't really have a choice.
[ He rubs one of the dog's ears. ]
And sometimes, you might make it hard for them to stay.