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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric carries his bundle upstairs, side by side with Athelstan. They slip through the new invisible door into the solar, it's lighthouse like windows looking out onto the bar's forest and grounds.

The Bar has read their minds and set the room up accordingly - with a long low padded bench for Athelstan to lay on while Sinric massages him. The lights are low, the glass tinted to give the room a warm, protective feel.

And a basket in the corner for Athelstan's dog and his bone.

Sinric sets up the incense the bar gave him - an eastern blend that Sinric has always found deeply soothing. He plugs his little music player into the speakers and sets it to play the soft chanting music of the Buddhist temple in the Sinese Empire.

He holds a hand out to Athelstan and draws him close, offering him a warm hug if he wants it before gesturing for him to undress.

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's hands stroke down his skin, then he returns the embrace.

"Lovely Sinric."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs warmly, his own fingers tracing soft patterns over Athelstan's skin. He smiles very warmly, content as a cat to be safe in Athelstan's arms.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Do you want to go back to sleep?" he murmurs.

[thewidewideworld]

"If you do. I'm quite happy just here." He smiles.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Then we can just lie a while", Athelstan says with gentle contentment for once, "and let it happen."

[thewidewideworld]

"I like the sound of that." He snuggles close, singing softly under his breath as he rests his head on Athelstan's shoulder.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan relaxes into silence, listening to his song.

[thewidewideworld]

It soothes him to sing, almost as soothing as his song is to others. He runs his hand rhythmically over Athelstan's chest.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan shifts into the touch, comforted as Sinric intends him to be.

[thewidewideworld]

The raking light of the rising sun, the glow of pleasure inside him and the warmth of Athelstan at his side is all the joy Sinric could ever ask for. A perfect moment.

{ooc: shall we fade soon?}

[athelstanthescribe]

[ooc: I think fade there works!]

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: lovely. Thank you!}