He has to give Francis points for bravery when he grabs his hand. Most sane people wouldn't do that when they saw Ivar had picked up a blade. Still, there's something soothing about the other man which helps calm just a little bit of the rage in Ivar. Francis has been kind to him and he knows that what he told him wasn't to hurt him the way someone here like, say, Squalo would have.
Something clicks in his mind when Francis says they're roommates. "Ah, that's why it smelled so familiar whenever I've been in there." The odd word choice was deliberate. Ivar has been in there several times in dog form and he'd smelled something that he hadn't been able to pin down.
He sighs and shifts over, coming closer to Francis. One of his shoulders brushes up against Francis'. "It's not the exclusiveness I'm after. Just an emotional connection where he puts me first. Of course, last time I asked for that, he burnt my fucking face off after I took his ear clean off, so clearly I dunno why I bother trying." He let out a hollow little laugh. "I guess it's too much to ask of someone who has the emotional capacity of a needy five year old child."
He takes his free hand and runs it through his hair. "He's like a bad addiction. If I could just kill him and be done with it, I would have done it a long time ago already. I've been to three universes now and he's been practically the only consistent I've ever known." It was one of the reasons affection had grown between them to begin with.
"You saying you can track me by scent?" It's an amused sort of question, a little bit playful, a little bit of something to try and take the edge off. And also, well. He knows that Dodger does it to an extent, too. So he's curious.
Ivar comes closer and Francis leans into him, their shoulders brushing together. And fuck if his words aren't familiar. That sense of not wanting exclusiveness exactly so much as just feeling like you mattered. "You want to be special to him," he murmurs softly. He can't help the way that his mouth curls when Ivar says that Dodger has the emotional capacity of a five year old.
Francis doesn't think it's true, but then... he's never been quite sure if he gets a better side of Dodger than most people, or if he just buys into his nonsense. He's not sure which option is better. Ivar's clearly one of the people that killed Dodger, and once that would have made him want to put an arrow through his skull. But it's impossible to not feel that Dodger probably deserved it, even if he does get defensive of the man.
"You kill him here, and you're just giving him what he wants. I think it bothers me more than him most of the time," he says idly. "But we're not... it's not like that. I think he just likes that I call him Master," he says with a twitch of his lips. Which is maybe not entirely true, because there are moments, pieces- but when Dodger has so many romantic entanglements and so many where he seems to be willing to actually put the words, labels to it, and doesn't with Francis.. of course he thinks that he doesn't really matter as much.
He leans into him, rests his head against his shoulder. "For what it's worth, I think you're special."
"In a manner of speaking. Once I get to trust you a bit more, I might show you what I mean." Dodger's the only person he's trusted thus far with the secret that he can morph into different animals and even people. But Francis...he's not there yet, but he might be someday soon.
He nods. That's really what he wants, just the idea that someone will put him as number one in their mind. Dodger has always seemed to struggle with that and it's where much of their conflict comes from.
"Perhaps you are right," he says in a begrudging manner. Then Francis mentions he calls him Master. "Funny. That's what he calls me." Ivar smirks a little, running a hand underneath the collar he wears, the tag on it labeled 'Braska'. Usually, the sub is the one wore the collar, but in Ivar's case, it was because he'd first gone undercover as a dog to spy on Dodger. He'd made the collar lovingly for him, so Ivar still wore it out of sentiment.
Ivar leans over and kisses Francis gently on his temple. "You're sweet. And know just what to say." He's helped calm some of Ivar's fury. "I-- haven't had a lot of kindness in my life. It's hard for me to accept it sometimes. But I greatly appreciate what you're trying to do."
"Alright. I wont push. Although I am curious," he answers. The blonde's tone is light, a little bit amused. But he meant it about not pushing. He liked Ivar enough to let him have his secrets. And it's clear that he doesn't begrudge him the fact that he doesn't trust him so much just yet.
He's trying to say something - to figure out the words, the right thing to say here. But then Ivar says that Dodger calls him Master and it knocks his train of thought entirely off-track. He blinks, shifts a little so that he can look at him, and he-- He doesn't quite know what he thought, now that Ivar brings it up. He can't imagine the Viking calling Dodger Master. So it makes sense, it's just--
He subbed so hard for Dodger it made things complicated.
Francis shivers a little, cause it shifts things a little, in a way the blonde wasn't sure he could have articulated. But it wasn't a bad thing, exactly. He purrs when Ivar kisses his temple, and he smiles at him, a little warmer. "I try my best. I didn't have a lot of kindness either. But I still wanted it. So I try to give what kindness I can to the ones I think are worth it." He reaches out, brushes fingertips against his jaw, a touch that makes that more than implication.
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Date: 2020-05-30 10:35 am (UTC)Something clicks in his mind when Francis says they're roommates. "Ah, that's why it smelled so familiar whenever I've been in there." The odd word choice was deliberate. Ivar has been in there several times in dog form and he'd smelled something that he hadn't been able to pin down.
He sighs and shifts over, coming closer to Francis. One of his shoulders brushes up against Francis'. "It's not the exclusiveness I'm after. Just an emotional connection where he puts me first. Of course, last time I asked for that, he burnt my fucking face off after I took his ear clean off, so clearly I dunno why I bother trying." He let out a hollow little laugh. "I guess it's too much to ask of someone who has the emotional capacity of a needy five year old child."
He takes his free hand and runs it through his hair. "He's like a bad addiction. If I could just kill him and be done with it, I would have done it a long time ago already. I've been to three universes now and he's been practically the only consistent I've ever known." It was one of the reasons affection had grown between them to begin with.
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Date: 2020-05-30 11:50 pm (UTC)Ivar comes closer and Francis leans into him, their shoulders brushing together. And fuck if his words aren't familiar. That sense of not wanting exclusiveness exactly so much as just feeling like you mattered. "You want to be special to him," he murmurs softly. He can't help the way that his mouth curls when Ivar says that Dodger has the emotional capacity of a five year old.
Francis doesn't think it's true, but then... he's never been quite sure if he gets a better side of Dodger than most people, or if he just buys into his nonsense. He's not sure which option is better. Ivar's clearly one of the people that killed Dodger, and once that would have made him want to put an arrow through his skull. But it's impossible to not feel that Dodger probably deserved it, even if he does get defensive of the man.
"You kill him here, and you're just giving him what he wants. I think it bothers me more than him most of the time," he says idly. "But we're not... it's not like that. I think he just likes that I call him Master," he says with a twitch of his lips. Which is maybe not entirely true, because there are moments, pieces- but when Dodger has so many romantic entanglements and so many where he seems to be willing to actually put the words, labels to it, and doesn't with Francis.. of course he thinks that he doesn't really matter as much.
He leans into him, rests his head against his shoulder. "For what it's worth, I think you're special."
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Date: 2020-06-04 02:20 am (UTC)He nods. That's really what he wants, just the idea that someone will put him as number one in their mind. Dodger has always seemed to struggle with that and it's where much of their conflict comes from.
"Perhaps you are right," he says in a begrudging manner. Then Francis mentions he calls him Master. "Funny. That's what he calls me." Ivar smirks a little, running a hand underneath the collar he wears, the tag on it labeled 'Braska'. Usually, the sub is the one wore the collar, but in Ivar's case, it was because he'd first gone undercover as a dog to spy on Dodger. He'd made the collar lovingly for him, so Ivar still wore it out of sentiment.
Ivar leans over and kisses Francis gently on his temple. "You're sweet. And know just what to say." He's helped calm some of Ivar's fury. "I-- haven't had a lot of kindness in my life. It's hard for me to accept it sometimes. But I greatly appreciate what you're trying to do."
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Date: 2020-06-06 08:19 am (UTC)He's trying to say something - to figure out the words, the right thing to say here. But then Ivar says that Dodger calls him Master and it knocks his train of thought entirely off-track. He blinks, shifts a little so that he can look at him, and he-- He doesn't quite know what he thought, now that Ivar brings it up. He can't imagine the Viking calling Dodger Master. So it makes sense, it's just--
He subbed so hard for Dodger it made things complicated.
Francis shivers a little, cause it shifts things a little, in a way the blonde wasn't sure he could have articulated. But it wasn't a bad thing, exactly. He purrs when Ivar kisses his temple, and he smiles at him, a little warmer. "I try my best. I didn't have a lot of kindness either. But I still wanted it. So I try to give what kindness I can to the ones I think are worth it." He reaches out, brushes fingertips against his jaw, a touch that makes that more than implication.