Re: Boat dreams: Athelstan/Ragnar
A bracelet he had in the dream, shining and golden, a sign of Ragnar's acceptance of him and his of Ragnar. "Then you must go back to him," he said with a small smile. They both must leave this place -- and he sighed out, slow, his shoulders settling. "I did not think I would see you again either. You have never been far from my thoughts."
It was not a one sided feeling though. "I know, I know you would have looked, but you couldn't have found me." Not without falling into the same land he had, and he would not have wished that upon Ragnar. They were too different, and too alike. But they had this chance now, and it seemed like the best time for it.
For anyone else, it would have seemed so sad, and it was still, but only because Athelstan knew how Ragnar must want Valhalla, to feast and drink beside his Gods in their hall. "Wait for me," he murmured as the dream began to fade as dreams did, mist closing over the boat. Somewhere over the Atlantic, Athelstan woke from his dream, his chest aching and his eyes watery. He sniffed, and looked around, but the people on either side of him were all busy with their own lives.