Sinric flinches as the needle goes in, biting his skin. But he doesn't look away from Athelstan. His dark eyes, at least now mostly brown again, hold a message he hopes Athelstan can here.
I love you. I trust you, you are part of me. You will be whole.
To Hannibal, he whispers, "Will it make me sleep?"
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Date: 2016-11-27 10:13 pm (UTC)I love you. I trust you, you are part of me. You will be whole.
To Hannibal, he whispers, "Will it make me sleep?"