[The name falls with perhaps a touch more affection than he usually has for Heahmund. He knows now that the bishop must be softening up just a little bit towards him.
Then again, maybe he's just saying what he thinks Ivar wants to hear. He knows Ivar loves to have his ego fed, to be told how special and important he is. The frustrating thing with Heahmund is never being able to quite tell what is the truth and what he's saying to keep himself alive.]
And what about the battlefield? It doesn't seem like you serve him much when enjoying the slaughter of heathens. That seems to be serving yourself.
[Not so true. He and Heahmund understand each other very well. There had been an instantaneous connection the first time the two of them had laid eyes on each other. It was like a bolt of lightning striking Ivar.]
Don't forget my will, Your Grace.
[He says with a hint of a smile. He might think he's serving his God, but so long as it served Ivar's needs as well, he wasn't going to complain.]
[He doesn't elaborate as to what he means by that. Ivar doesn't think he'll ever be able to turn Heahmund away from his God, but he definitely thinks he can get the priest to see things more his way.
He's slowly wearing Heahmund down a little day by day. He's not quite cognizant yet of why that makes him happy. Soon, he might realize his fascination with the priest isn't fully platonic.]
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Date: 2018-08-06 07:57 am (UTC)[The name falls with perhaps a touch more affection than he usually has for Heahmund. He knows now that the bishop must be softening up just a little bit towards him.
Then again, maybe he's just saying what he thinks Ivar wants to hear. He knows Ivar loves to have his ego fed, to be told how special and important he is. The frustrating thing with Heahmund is never being able to quite tell what is the truth and what he's saying to keep himself alive.]
And what about the battlefield? It doesn't seem like you serve him much when enjoying the slaughter of heathens. That seems to be serving yourself.
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Date: 2018-08-07 03:09 am (UTC)[ Ivar is quite stubborn but he knows nothing of what gives someone strength of character. ]
I take joy in serving out his will and his will is the death of heathens who will not turn their eyes to the one true God.
[ People twisting the Word of God since 0 C.E. ]
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Date: 2018-08-08 05:50 am (UTC)[Not so true. He and Heahmund understand each other very well. There had been an instantaneous connection the first time the two of them had laid eyes on each other. It was like a bolt of lightning striking Ivar.]
Don't forget my will, Your Grace.
[He says with a hint of a smile. He might think he's serving his God, but so long as it served Ivar's needs as well, he wasn't going to complain.]
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Date: 2018-08-08 02:55 pm (UTC)Do not call me that, Ivar.
[ But it's not as harsh as it usually is. ]
But I will only remember your will so long as it aligns with God's. I have never acted otherwise.
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Date: 2018-08-08 08:21 pm (UTC)[He doesn't elaborate as to what he means by that. Ivar doesn't think he'll ever be able to turn Heahmund away from his God, but he definitely thinks he can get the priest to see things more his way.
He's slowly wearing Heahmund down a little day by day. He's not quite cognizant yet of why that makes him happy. Soon, he might realize his fascination with the priest isn't fully platonic.]