Alfred has slain seers before, had them kneeling in front of him before driving his sword into their throats, silencing their attempts at mysticism and deflating the rival tribe’s morale in one swift movement of his blade.
They’re always old men, wise-looking and arrogant in their behaviour, as if their visions somehow has made them transcend the mere mortals they are guiding.
This tribe’s seer is different. Alfred stares at him, at the blond hair moving in the wind and the eyes that are more serene than pretentious, the man looking like he’s lacking a few years on Alfred. He’s so /young/, so calm and gazing at him like he’s staring at Alfred’s naked soul and the sight being exactly what the seer had expected.
Alfred has him on his knees, not that it has any impact on the seer’s dignity. The man is still looking at him, eyes so focused that Alfred wonders if he can see anything /but/ Alfred in this moment, the seer’s expression one of marvel.
The stare pierces through Alfred’s calm and renders him incapable of slaying him, perturbed by the absence of fear or loathing. Instead, he takes the seer with him, taken by the puzzle he represents and taken by the beauty of him - though it’s when he’s taking him, taking /Matthew/, the man’s back arching off the furs underneath him, fingertips digging into Alfred’s back, that Alfred’s calm completely shatters.
Rechive is a lovely dear ;w;
