Re: Museum: Connor and Ragnar
"It is." It was homey Americana, perhaps old fashioned in the den of things that people in their twilight years would like, but it was warm and dry, and he'd long ago learned that he could sleep wherever he put his head if he had to. "They say it's haunted, but I have not had any ghostly visitors--" Though he had only been there for 20 minutes while he was unpacking.
"I hope so. He ran away several years ago, and I'd feel better if I saw him. Our other brother died unexpectedly--" And as hard as Murphy had been o him, it had been enough to make Ronan go and -- seemingly -- not look back. He has answered readily on the forums though, and that was -- that was good Hopeful.
"I'm sure it is," he said, smiling. "I'd like to see your work, if you would show me. Whatever assistance I can provide is yours." If he only needed help at the end of the month -- Athelstan was happy to provide. It'd be nice to see Ragnar working as a scholar, a researcher, whatever his title was. As strange as it might e to not see him covered in blood, it didn't surprise him either. Ragnar was always curious.
"What was the exhibition on?" Athelstan asked as he was led through the museum, their fingers laced together easily. It was -- it was familiar, in a way that he wasn't with anyone but Ragnar. And it wasn't the false sense of familiarity that he had experienced in the between places since they'd last seen one another.
"I-- I've been a fisherman. I don't have a job here yet," he admitted a little shyly. It had been a quick decision to leave Britain, but he didn't regret it. "I-- if I can find work and a place to stay, yes, I hope to. I want to."