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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric's room is small and nothing special, a place to sleep when he's alone.

A bed, just big enough for two. A window looking out on the kitchen garden with a padded window seat wide enough for Sinric's narrow frame. A decently sized wardrobe with a long mirror on one side. A tiny, modern ensuite bathroom.

But there are little touches of Sinric's personality too. A pile of books on the window seat, a grey silk kimono painted with misty mountain hanging in full display on one wall, a box of jewelry and trinkets, and an ornate oil lamp on the little side table.

And a harpsichord, taking up most of one end of the room. A kind gift from a mutual friend.

He holds a hand out to Ganymede, gesturing him to the bed. "If you'd like to undress, I'll fetch some oil and see what aches I can sooth."

Comments

[thewidewideworld]

"That doesn't mean I should hurt you. Especially when my aim is to ease the pain." Sinric answers with only mostly mock sternness.

But he does move his hands with a bit more confidence, starting to unwind the knots around Ganymede's shoulder.

[the_cupbearer]

"It's alright. You don't have to do anything. You could just sit with me."

[thewidewideworld]

"I could just sit with you." Sinric concede, hands still moving. "But when you got up, you would be just as stiff and sore as when you laid down." He moves to ease out a stubborn knot under Ganymede's shoulder blade. "And what sort of friend would I be, knowing I could have helped you but didn't? No, please let me do this for you."

[the_cupbearer]

"Alright," he replies, laying back down with his head pillowed on his upraised arms, neck tensing when Sinric kneads his fingers into a stubborn knot. "Alright."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sings softly, his voice sweet and gentle as he carefully and caringly works in unwinding the web of tension throughout his friend's body.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede winces when Sinric presses on a bruise or a bundle of sore nerves, but otherwise he lays still, listening to the man sing. "You have a beautiful voice."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric responds to his every reaction, as easily of a dancer. "Thank you. I hope I can keep it, even as I get older. A singer can always pay their way in the world."