Thread: One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

Rollo sat and watched as Daralis wiped the blood off, each time the cloth touched his skin his eyes drifted from her hands to her eyes. Each time she touched him the water took the blood away, the blood of his enemies, the blood of her people. Rollo felt ensnared as he watched her, the simple act of washing him somehow took on so much more, he'd had this feeling once before with Siggy. A simple touch became a world of its own, there was a heart to it that he could not ignore. Whether the song, Daralis, or some combination of both, Rollo knew he was not going to leave her. As she finished he sat there a moment studying her, his eyes travelling over every curve of her body. The song held him spellbound but as it finished he reached down and took her hands in his, studying the fingers as if there was some way to see from their shape and feel the way she had tamed him. Floki is like a snake, he moves like one and lives like one. It is not the ale that makes him so, ask him and he will tell you its the Gods, but he does live like a serpent Rollo began in his deep voice, spreading her slight fingers between his own, he hides and bides his time until he strikes. His free hand reached up as he finished to touch and rest softly on her cheek, a bemused smile appearing within the beard. Pulling her close looked deep into her eyes until she was close enough, her lips close to his own, to almost touch. Floki is not the only snake that you need to worry about. The warning was soft, as the kiss that followed. Pulling her close, closing his eyes as he drew her to him. He sat on the edge of the tub, their heights matched well enough. As he kissed her the sounds of the castle drew back, leaving them alone for the moment. Rollo wanted her, not to ravage though he had that desire, he wanted something else. Something more. As he enjoyed that brief kiss, slowly drawing back and looking at the face that had enchanted him he wondered if he could lose himself to another. Unfearing in battle Rollo would charge into a wall armed only with the armor of the gods and an axe, but to run to a woman, that took bravery of a different kind. Smiling he held her hand, an arm around her, keeping her close. His own Princess, Rollo wondered if this was how Ragnar felt when he beheld Aslaug. Daralis was beautiful, her voice held something of the Gods within it, and she was his. Something that Ragnar did not have, could not have. To keep her for himself, Rollo wondered if that was possible. Ragnar had a way of taking everything he wanted away. As he held her close, looking at her, Rollo promised himself he would not lose her, not like he did Siggy. You will stay by my side, he told her. Rollo wanted to conquer these lands, and give them to her. Raising a finger he touched her slight nose, then her chin, a Princess needs a kingdom. We will make you a kingdom, the crash of voices and rauscous singing echoed from downstairs. Quietly he pulled her close again, feeling her body against his, her heat against his own, he wanted more but not now. It was not the time, he needed to keep Ragnar disinterested, Daralis would not be lost to his brother's plans. They would join the feast downstairs, let Darlis sing, they could all appreciate her voice and beauty, then Rollo would take her away while the feasting continued and they ate and drunk themselves into a stupor and forget her. They would have time alone then. First though, stealing another kiss as he enjoyed the feel of her against him, we need to appease the beasts.