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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]

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!}