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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric leads Hannibal to his room, to his bed. He kisses Hannibal deeply and gently pushes him onto the bed. He undresses. Slowly.

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[cook_the_rude]

"Aspects?"

[thewidewideworld]

He hesitates before answering. If he can't be honest with Hannibal, whose own darkness he knows well, then who can he tell?

"As there is light in a thing, there is darkness too. I can weave a song to ease pain and lift grief. But just as I can lift such pain, I can inflict it too. Or ease grief into such a peace that it steals the breath and stills the heart."

"I can sing a storm to sleep. But just easily, I feel in my heart I could stir one into being."

[cook_the_rude]

"Then you know that you need to fear nothing," Hannibal says. "And hence, you are free to put up with whatever may happen, and can be as helpful as you want, in the knowledge of your power."

[thewidewideworld]

"I shouldn't fear the power I have?" He asks, his head cock as he looks into Hannibal's eyes. There is no fear in his own eyes. He's more interested in Hannibal's opinion of the more dangerous side of his powers.

[cook_the_rude]

"No fear at all," Hannibal says. "You can stand proud for what you are."

[thewidewideworld]

"And hold that secret power in my heart. As you do yours?"

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal nods gravely.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sighs, not unhappily and settles back, pulling the furs up around them both. "Then that is what I am. A secret storm wrapped in the visage of a man."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal holds him close, sighs contentedly as well, and closes his eyes.

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: fade? Lovely!}