You could choose both, or just one... The choice is up to you. [p.s., this is purely self-indulgent.]
Love has always been a tricky thing. For Finan, it was the bane of his past, and one of the things that nerved him to no end nowadays. For Sihtric, he had a hard time believing in it, but wanted to more than anything.
For strong warriors, love was one of those things that they didn't talk about. It just *didn't* happen. But then... you came around. You joined Uhtred and his band of men as a healer--one with expert hands and a personality that had many of them enjoying even when they wanted to be angry at the world.
It happened naturally, so to speak.
Sihtric fell first when you were patching him up one day. The way your hands touched him, the way you spoke to him as if he was the only person in the world--gods, he wanted you more than life itself. He didn't know if it was love or lust, but whatever it was, it was strong. It made his heart pound out of his chest, and the pit of his stomach to roll over on itself any time he thought of you.
Finan, on the other hand, fell about a month after Sihtric. It was a late night after a long day of travel, and even though he was exhausted, he had stayed awake, staring at the fire. You were the only other person awake. No words were shared that night; only the company of one another. He realized just how quick you made his heart beat. He realized just how much he thought of you on a day-to-day basis.
Neither of them knew if you returned their feelings, but one thing was for sure--they both realized that the other had strong feelings for you quite quickly.
In fact, as they traveled on their horses this very afternoon, Sihtric thought it would be a good time to talk. You were on your own just a few paces behind, in a deep conversation with the baby monk, Osferth.
"Do you think we should say something?" Sihtric asked, glancing back at Finan.
"*What?*" Finan replied incredulously. "Say something to who?"
"You know what I am talking about," the Dane scoffed. "Do not play dumb now, Irishman. We spoke just last night." Sihtric looked back, seeing you look their way.
𝜗𝜚⋆.˚ It's his fault
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