Re: Museum: Connor and Ragnar
Ragnar trusted Athelstan to tell him if he had needs. Of all the people in his life, he had always trusted his little priest the most.
"You will find some parts of the museum quite familiar to you, I am sure," he smiled, rubbing his bearded cheek against the knuckles he had just kissed. "My own part, and the part in the east wing where they cover early British history. They have a beautiful church there, it always reminds me of you. I wished they would bring it closer to my rooms, but they will not be convinced," Ragnar smiled, letting Athelstan's hand go again, finally.
"I have just a little to take care of here, some notes I should make before I head home. No doubt I will be distracted once I am back there. You have a way of consuming my thoughts, and that was before I had a reminder of the reality of you."
Standing slightly, Ragnar leant forward, touching his lips to Athelstan's cheek again. "Come. I will show you upstairs and let you wander. Give me an hour, I will need some time to compose myself." He grinned, then held out his hand to help Athelstan up again, leading him to the door.