blood and starlight

No need to apologize! I totally understand. <3

Ragnar grinned at the feel of his wife’s tongue on his face as she licked it though he could not tell if it was purely an affectionate gesture or also because she wanted to clean his face of the grim and blood that had covered it, too. He did not grim and blood; then again he had never considered that it might have grossed her out. The idea, even as he thought it, sounded a little ridiculous especially for a healer who had to be unafraid of exposed organs and blood and gore because that was their profession, whether they could save the injured or could not giving them the knowledge that they could not be saved, that they would die. It wasn’t precisely a trade for the faint of heart…or stomach. Just like being a Warden or Warrior wasn’t. “I have never met a stupid seer,” Ragnar chuckled to his wife, smiling at her. “But they are just gifted, able to communicate with the Gods. It is Odinn that is all knowing,” Of course Ragnar expected Thistle to know why because he had probably told her at least half a dozen times. “Have you accepted my Gods then?” Ragnar asked her as he nuzzled her cheek, teeth grazing the shortened fur there teasingly.