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Sinric comes down from his room, still dressed his furs and heavily embroiled tunic but looking fresh and scrubbed.

He smiles brightly to see Hannibal.

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Hannibal adds more drops, with each fluttering movement of the scarred, disused eyelids, dabbing ashes and dried blood at the edges of the eye.

"I will try and reopen your tear duct," he says, "but if that doesn't work, I'll give you a recipe for eye drops your adlatus of the moment can easily make for you, but you'll need those all your life."

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Niketas has to remember not to nod. "I'm very grateful. Anything that prevents me from weeping blood would be appreciated. It tends to disquieten people."

Sinric keeps holding his hand, singing softly as he watches Hannibal word from the corner of his eye. Watching for any signal of need.

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"It was a dramatic and fitting reaction to Sinric's beautiful song," Hannibal says, "but rather inconvenient on the long run. Please keep very still now. Sinric, can you please lay your flat palms on his cheeks from both sides?"

He unfolds a large magnifying glass he had attached to the bench, and very carefully begins to pluck at the tear duct with a tiny scalpel and pincer while peering through it.

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Sinric nods and moves Niketas' hand to rest on his hip as he holds the prince as Hannibal needs.

Sinric' eyes are hooded and low, protecting Niketas from the glow of gold as he pours calm into him.

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"Thank you," Hannibal murmurs. "We are getting somewhere."

He is working with the eye drops and something like a blunted needle now. Blood is swirling in a thin, brownish line over the eyeball.

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Sinric turns away a little, keeping his hands where they are. He could bear the knowledge of what Hannibal intended to do to the man in New Orleans. But this - this kindness of precision pain, unsettles him.

Already tired and feeling the strain of keeping Niketas calm, Sinric is looking a little pale.

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After a bit, Hannibal adds drops from another bottle, then places some gauze over the eye.

"Let us take a little breather and give this time to work and, maybe, unclog the tear duct," he suggests.

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Sinric gives Hannibal a grateful nod and waits till Hannibal is done before give Niketas a squeeze and stepping away.

He puts the pot of water on the brazier, adding some of the apple tea mix he brought with him from the bar. His gestures are careful and controlled.

"Thank you, Doctor." Niketas reaches up to touch the gauze but stops himself in time."

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"Just rest," Hannibal says, soothingly. "This medicine needs time to work."

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Niketas turns his head, tracking the sounds of Sinric's tidy movements . It's clear he doesn't like that Sinric has gone so quiet but doesn't know how to do anything about it.

Instead he focuses on Hannibal again. "Thank you. I'm very grateful for what you're doing for me. It is a debt I can never replay."

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"Do not feel indebted; I do what I can," Hannibal assures him. "I couldn't not do this; the pull of the challenge is too strong. There is a reason I am a doctor."

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"A seeker of challenge and learning." Niketas nods, smiling softly. "I respect that greatly. No wonder you and Sinric because fast friends. Both journeying for new experience."

Sinric offers Hannibal a beaker of tea, helping Niketas to sit up a bit and sip some tea of his own. "It will help you keep up your strength."

Niketas wraps his hand around Sinric's fingers, holding him as he sips. "Apple? I haven't had this since I left the Empire. How?"

Sinric smiles his soft smile. "Milliways. I will bring you some if you wish? Along with what ever medicines you need."

Niketas'

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Hannibal sips his tea, and watches them.

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"You are too good to me." Niketas brushes his fingers over Sinric's wrist. "Better than I deserve."

"Hush and drink your tea. I'm sure there is more Dr. Lecter needs to do and hours of light are precious."

Sinric slips away to make himself some tea and set some fresh water to boil. He's very aware of Hannibal's eyes on him - caught between a man who encouraged his pleasures, however complex or dark, and a man who reminds him of the simplicity of his cage, in service of the pleasure of others.

His cheeks flush, unable to meet Hannibal's eye.

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Hannibal quietly sips his tea and smiles, calm as a tiger at rest.

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Sinric glances to him, studying Hannibal's impassive expression from the corner of his eye. He brings a series of dark and passionate thoughts to mind, focusing on them as if reminding himself he's no-longer that passive pet.

He moves to collect their cups, humming under his breath as he brushes his fingers over Hannibal's, his eyes bright gold as he shares them.

Sinric winged as Lucifer, perched on the chapel altar, tunic ruffled and drawn up to reveal one pale thigh. The shadows suggesting the heat of his sex. Inviting and inciting defilement.

He must have put too much behind it because in the other side of the room, Niketas shifts almost uncomfortably, his breathing quickens a pace.

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Hannibal is shifting in his borrowed finery as well, feeling the surge of power from Sinric. "Both," he murmurs. "Both is good."

Submission, and the spreading of golden wings.

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"The challenge is in balance." Sinric answer in Japanese. "And fluidity of self."

He takes Niketas' hand, changing back to Latin to guide the prince to lay back.

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"Let us see to those tear ducts now," Hannibal says, putting down his empty tea cup.

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Sinric resumes his place, holding Niketas' cheeks to keep them taut. "Tell us if you begin to feel the area around your eyes."

When he sings this time he offers distraction as well as sooth.

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Hannibal opens up the eye again and starts dabbing at the opening of the tear duct.

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Sinric's fingers stroke Niketas' wrist, gently humming to the sound of the music and drawing the prince slowly into a trance.

Refreshed now and feeling stronger, he has better control over his gifts, directing them with care.

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Hannibal is using his magnifying glass and working very, very slowly.

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Niketas is still and relaxed, bound under the spell of Sinric's voice. Sinric is careful to shield Hannibal, not wanting to distract him from his work. Work that seems to be going well, not that Sinric's any judge of these things.