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Sinric squeezes Hannibal's hand. "May I came up to your room tonight? I...I don't want to go to mine just yet." He doesn't want Ragnar to see. And he doesn't want to bring any risk to either Ragnar or Athelstan.

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Hannibal carefully cleans and then covers the injury, Sinric's blood drying on his lips as he works.

"Done," he finally announces, his maroon eyes peering up into Sinric's.

Edited Date: 2016-11-05 03:43 pm (UTC)

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thewidewideworld

Sinric's eyes are soft and a little hazy. He doesn't drink as much as he use to and the whiskey was good and strong.

He reaches down to smooth his thumb over Hannibal's stained lips.

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal licks at the soft tip of the thumb. then closes his lips around it.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric sighs warmly and presses his thumb a little deeper between Hannibal's lips.

He withdraws it slowly, using the dampness of his skin to wipe the smudge of blood off Hannibal's lips.

There's a sleepy, dreamy quality to his expression.

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cook_the_rude

"Bed," Hannibal says, putting an arm around Sinric.

It's not far from the sofa. Nowhere is far in this room.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric nods and rises with all of his natural grace. He steps away for Hannibal, giving Hannibal his back and all the trust that it implies.

He undressed slowly, revealing his slender but scar marked body in flowing increments as he slips out of each piece of clothing. A deliberate dance of sensuality.

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cook_the_rude

"I will take you up on that in the morning," Hannibal promises in a low voice, taking off clothes of his own.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric looks back at him, his lips curled in a soft half smile. "Lay with me? Let me sleep in your arms."

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cook_the_rude

"Yes," Hannibal says. "That's the idea. I'll be happy to be your pillow tonight."

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thewidewideworld

Sinric stretches out on the bed, almost methodically. As if making himself aware of his body before settling against Hannibal's side.

A calming mechanism perhaps.

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal puts his arms around him, and the blanket over them both.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric rests his head on Hannibal's shoulder, his hand splayed over the turn of his ribs. "Thank you."

He closes his eyes, letting sleep take him swiftly.

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal stays warm and close all night.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric wakes at dawn but for once he doesn't slip away to the roof or an east window. Instead he lays still, eyes closed as he listens to Hannibal breath, to the beat of his heart. He brushed his fingers softly over Hannibal's stomach, following the soft trail of hair there.

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cook_the_rude

It doesn't take long, and Hannibal opens an eye, blinking owlishly at Sinric in the cool light of dawn.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric smiles softly and strokes a gentle line over Hannibal's brow. "Sleep. You don't need to be awake because I am."

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cook_the_rude

"You could sleep more if you want to," Hannibal says, bending his head into Sinric's touch.

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thewidewideworld

He shrugs softly. "Do you mind if I use your shower? I fear I may have gotten blood in my hair."

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cook_the_rude

"Of course you can," Hannibal says. "I'll dress your wound again afterwards. Do you want tea or coffee yet?"

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thewidewideworld

"Tea would be wonderful, thank you." He presses a soft kiss to Hannibal's cheek before sliding silently out of the bed and into the bathroom.

He's in there rather a long time. When he does finally emerge, it's with hair washed and towelled dry, skin scrubbed pink and his eyes red with tears shed and out of his system. At least for now.

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cook_the_rude

Hannibal, naked under a silk robe, finishes making tea for them both, and smiles at Sinric.

"Come here," he says.

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thewidewideworld

Sinric crosses to him very readily, a towel wrapped low around his narrow hips, otherwise bare and clean.

"I hope you slept well I feared I might dream but I don't recall crying out."

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cook_the_rude

"You didn't," Hannibal assures him, pouring water into the teapot. "And I did. I hope you feel better?"

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thewidewideworld

"That's a boon at least."

He runs his hands through his hair, carding out tangled. "I'm still angry and a little afraid but I no longer feel at risk of bursting into tears or flying into a rage."