AU week with Ragnar

[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sin shrugs his jacket back on and wanders outside, arm around Ragnar's waist as they head for a spot on the far side of the garden to enjoy a quiet smoke. It's getting dark but there's enough light to see by, even as the first stars start to come out.

"The stars are different here. Different to anything I've ever seen." He packs the pipe with a practised hand, almost by feel. "When I was up on that mountain, I felt as if the sky was a silk sheet. That it floated down to cover me, touching every part of me. And each of the stars was a pinprick of ecstasy and agony."

He passes Ragnar the pipe and the lighter. The pipe is a little work of art in turned brass and carved bone, feeling old and warm in his hands. "It was the most amazing feeling."

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar sits down on a rock that sits right between the gardens and the wilderness, pulling Sinric with him.

"That was nice of the sky," he says as he is lighting the pipe, slowly and carefully. "Usually, it's just out there in its hugeness, enticing you to fall right off the planet and into it's mix of 'mostly void, partially stars' because once you realise just how huge a void, and how few stars, then you'll stop believing in gravity and just spiral out into space."