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[thewidewideworld]

From here

Sinric's room is small, simple. A slightly narrow bed spread with furs, a long free-standing wardrobe and a padded window seat that overlooks the gardens. But what dominates the room is a large baroque harpsichord.

Sinric ducks his head, tucking some stray books away, hair hiding his face shyly. "I'm sorry, I know it's not much."

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[thewidewideworld]

Like to Vikings perhaps but very different to the styles of Byzantium or Sina. He combs it carefully, thoroughly, careful to miss none. A habit of a time and place where even the cleanest are at risk of lice.

[i_am_your_host]

The soothing repetition of the comb going through his hair is what actually almost lulls him to sleep. But after a while, he shifts and rolls over onto his back again.

He reaches up to cup Sinric's cheek.

"Come here, darling."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sets the comb down and moves to Emcee, stealing a sweet little kiss.

[i_am_your_host]

He breathes out a soft chuckle at the kiss before pulling him in for another one, warm and lingering and tender.

It's not often that Emcee is like this. But it's not often that he meets anyone like Sinric.

"Thank you for a wonderful night," he murmurs against his lips.

[thewidewideworld]

He luxuriates in the kiss enjoying the warmth and affection in it. "Thank you. It was wonderful to share this with someone who understands me."

He leans back to smile into Emcee's eyes. He doesn't need to ask if they can spend time together again. He knows if and when their cross paths again, it will enjoyable but there's no reason to put pressure on Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

"Likewise, darling."

He meets his eyes and his smile, and he brushes the backs of his fingers across his cheek.

He then slips his arms around him, to hold him close beside him.

[thewidewideworld]

Cuddling is nice. It doesn't happen with people other than Ragnar and Athelstan.

But sharing it with Emcee is like curling up with one of his brothers again and he misses them. He closes his eyes and wraps an arm around Emcee, just enjoying the fraternal affection.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee takes a moment to brush Sinric's hair away from his face. And he kisses his brow, warm and affectionate, before letting his heavy eyelids fall closed.

One of his brothers. One of his boys.

[thewidewideworld]

The scent of the oil on Emcee's skin, the warmth of the fur and the feel of a trusted person beside him is enough to lure Sinric into the more restful sleep he's had in a long time.

Feels like home.

[i_am_your_host]

[ooc: Shall we wrap here?]

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: darling, that was just gorgeous, thank you!}