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[thewidewideworld]

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Curled in Rangar's arms and clutching Athelstan's hand, Sinric keeps his face hidden as they enter their rooms. Somehow it's easier with his eyes closed. It seems to narrow down the visions.

He tries to steady himself enough to stand, wavering like a leaf. "I must smell terrible." He can't tell, still so disconnected from his own body. "I don't remember how long it's been since I washed."

He senses a turn of discomfort from Athelstan. "I can do it alone, it's alright."

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[thewidewideworld]

"For being a burden on you again." He curls in the bed, digging his fingers into the soft furs. "I had hoped the magic would make me stronger, less of a victim. But here I am, too weak to rise."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Only for now", Athelstan assures him. "For such a short time, it will hardly count as a burden at all."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"What you see as weakness will bri g you new strength," Rag ar says. "But I can understand how much it irks you to,still be dependent."

[thewidewideworld]

"I brought myself here because I needed you. Both of you. I just wish I was more to you than a burden."

[athelstanthescribe]

"But you are", Athelstan says simply.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You are," Ragnar repeats, "and we love you and want you with us. Apart from everything about fate and the gods."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sobs and clings. This is why he came to them, why he was able to reache across reality to find them. Because they love him and the honest truth of that washes away part of his doubt along with his tears.

"I love you. Both of you." More than there are words for.

[athelstanthescribe]

"As we do you."

He can say that. That's safe.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You can lean on us," Ragnar says. "Because we do."

He doesn't know how much that is true for him and Athelstan any more, because of the Stockholm Syndrome Jim had been talking about.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric feels the love from both of them, but also the conflict, the hurt. He burrows down, fighting to keep himself from dissolving into tears again.

"Did... did the Bar give you something, to help me sleep?" He asks Athelstan, his voice shaky. He wants to cry, wants to show them how wrong they both are for doubting each other's love. For doubting that being together is the right path.

For making him doubt he should have brought them together.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes." He produces a sachet. "She said it would be safe for use this once. I think we need hot water."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I will get some," Ragnar says, getting up. At least it's something to do.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric curls tighter in the furs, hating that he had made them feel so pained. All he wanted was to be held, to feel the warmth of safety and home. Now he realises how naive that was of him.

He rubs at his eyes again, trying not to wish it better lest he see how badly worst it could get.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan waits for Ragnar to come back with the hot water, then pours the powder into it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar brought a spoon along, and stirs for Sinric before offering him the cup.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric drinks deeply and swiftly, nor minding that it burns his tongue. He welcomes oblivion from the maelstrom within him and the hurt he's already caused.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan watches him, then moves to sit on the edge of the bed.

He did say he'd stay.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar lies beside Sinric, to provide the warmth of his presence, even if Athelstan'S distance is acutely painful.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric curls in Ragnar's arms, his slight body shaking. He reaches out one hand to Athelstan, radiating apology and praying the drugs act quickly. He can't bear this any more.

[athelstanthescribe]

It isn't anything Sinric's done. He just isn't able to be who Sinric wants, or who Ragnar does, and Athelstan feels guilty for that himself.

He takes Sinric's hand and squeezes it.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar looks up at him.

"Can you sleep, too?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric feels the drugs that him, feels himself begin to float. He squeezes Athelstan's hand, hoping it expresses his love and gratitude.

[athelstanthescribe]

"I'll try. Whether yes or no, I won't leave."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"At least get comfortable?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric is sinking fast, his lips moving in a silent whisper as his eyes close.

{ooc: feel free to play around him a bit.}