Sinric the Wanderer

"And as men, through meditation, they seek to understand and remember that life. To seek a higher plan of being."

He sighs and lets his head fall back, letting his hair trail in the water. "The peace and hope of it is... seductive."

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That's when the door goes, and Ragnar's deceptively soft steps pad through the main room.

"Hello?"

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Athelstan doesn't open his eyes but calls "In here."

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Sinric opens his eyes and lifts his head, smiling warmly as he looks to the door. He finds his heart beating faster at the joy of seeing Ragnar again. "Hello Ragnar."

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"Sinric!" Ragnar says, smiling broadly.

And Athelstan. So they made up.

"Aren't you two pretty to look at!"

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Athelstan eyes him.

"Not how I'd like to be thought of, but I'll take it."

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"And I'm not that pretty any more." Sinric teases, moving across the bath to Ragnar. "But it's sweet of you to say."

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Ragnar sits down on the lid of the toilet and moodily peers at them.

"Pretty may be the wrong word, then," he says. "But it's just so very good to see you, both of you."

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"You see me more often than you should", Athelstan counters quietly. "Until you come to England."

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Sinric leaves to trouble between them to them and steps out of the bath, wrapping a towel around himself more to keep from dripping on Ragnar than any modesty.

"I'm very glad to see you." he kisses Ragnar's cheek, pressing his forehead against Ragnar's for a moment. "I've missed you both."

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Ragnar puts his hands on Sinric's hips, and kisses him deeply.

"How long has it been?"

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Athelstan turns away from them slightly, closing his eyes again.

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He melts into the kiss. It's been all the time between since he was kisses like that by someone he loved.

"More than three years." He answers softly, making no effort to hide the longing in his voice. "But I reached the eastern edge of the world."

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"The land the moderns know as Japan?" Ragnar says. "You told me about that when we met in Ribe."

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[ooc: you can keep going without me for a while]

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"Nippon, yes." He cocks his head at that. "Did I? Or should that be will I?"

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"You, er, are going to have done so," Ragnar tries.

No grammar is complex enough for Milliways.

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Sinric laughs and shakes his head, stepping back and hanging his towel again, the scarrified design on his shoulder showing as he does. "Will you join us in the bath?"

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"Yes," Ragnar says, "I just need to get rid of my clothes first."

Duh. Silly Viking.

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Sinric chuckles and climbs backbiting the bath, gently touching Athelstan's shoulder. He looks to Athelstan, silently asking if he's okay.

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Athelstan opens his eyes and nods.

"Yes, all's well." (It isn't. But he keeps that to himself.)

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Ragnar gets out of his clothes, quickly and simply, and walks over, peering at tub and wondering how best to insert himself without unsettling or flooding the others.

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