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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric leans Athelstan into their rooms. It's clear he hasn't slept there either. Even the mead cup sits on the table when he left it.

He draws Athelstan towards the bathroom. "Will you bathe with me?" His voice is soft and gentle. "Your clothes smell rather strongly of goat."

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[athelstanthescribe]

"Do you see what I fear?" he asks, low and intense. "That I'll put out your light, rather than it shining for me?"

[thewidewideworld]

"No, I don't!" He pulls back, tears steaming and his voice impassioned. "Because you don't see the fire you lit in me! You were the first lover I ever took for myself. First person I chose to share myself with because I wanted to. You were the first to show me true pleasure and more than that, I love you! Do you really think that will change just because you are hurt?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"They cut me to the quick with what they did." It's a whisper. "I still love you, never think... but that's why you must promise you'll never let me drag you into the darkness. Not you, my bright Sinric."

[thewidewideworld]

The kiss Sinric gives Athelstan now is most definitely a shut up kiss, burning with emotion. "You were with me in my darkest hour. You saw how far down I fell into my own darkness. But you and Ragnar and my Constantine pulled me back up. I won't let you fall any deeper."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is crying, and hardly seems to have noticed.

"Then hold that lifeline with all your strength, for I weigh heavy."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric throws himself into Athelstan's arms, clinging to him. "I won't let go." He promises vehemently.

He pulls back to kiss Athelstan. "Now, come and lay down and get some proper rest. Then I'll fetch us some food." He's betting Athelstan hasn't eaten any more recently than Sinric has.

[athelstanthescribe]

He's had no appetite.

"Just something light", he says weakly, and obediently lies down.

[thewidewideworld]

Nor has Sinric had but he knows he himself doesn't fair will emotionally without food. He dries Athelstan's hair carefully before guiding him to the bed and laying down with him.

"I'd like to massage you, if you're willing?" Touch helps him to reconnect.

[athelstanthescribe]

"I always like that." He turns onto his front.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric works slowly, tracing Athelstan's muscles with oil-slicked hands as if mapping him out for the first time. He works outwards - from the centre of Athelstan's back towards his extremities, paying no mind to the time it takes as that matters less than making sure Athelstan's body relaxes well.

[athelstanthescribe]

Slowly, his knotted muscles giving way under Sinric's hands, he does relax, and the body leads the way for the mind.

[thewidewideworld]

And thus, Sinric puts extra care into his work, trying to sooth both body and mind as best he can. When he has done as much as he can on Athelstan's back, he urges Athelstan to roll over and let him work on his front with the same care.

[athelstanthescribe]

"All right", he murmurs without thought, and turns over. "You do this so well."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric accepts the complement with a warm little smile and sets to work, easing Athelstan to a state of utter relaxation. He wipes his hands clean and lays down next to him, his head resting lightly on Athelstan's shoulder.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan turns towards him, lips brushing his temple.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric makes a soft sound, pleased and content. He reaches up to rest his hand over Athelstan's heart, his eyes heavy. Someone else hasn't slept much either.

[athelstanthescribe]

And that just adds to Athelstan's self-inflicted guilt, but he says nothing.

"Sleep", he urges.

[thewidewideworld]

"Only if you will stay with me?" Sinric begs softly.

[athelstanthescribe]

"If you want me to", he promises, "I will. Until you go back to your world."

[thewidewideworld]

He nods. "I will go back when you do."

There's something small and young in his voice as he goes on. "But I don't want to sleep alone again."

[athelstanthescribe]

"I won't make you."

He didn't really want to either, which is why he was with the goats. Their company was better than none.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pulls the blankets up and snuggles close, his head still resting on Athelstan's chest. "Wake me? If you wake before I do, please?" Waking up alone might undo him tonight.

[athelstanthescribe]

"I won't leave you alone", he says quietly. "Even if I wake, I'll stay."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sits up to kiss him properly, pouring his love into it before laying back down. He's asleep, almost at once.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan takes longer, even with the relaxation Sinric gave him, but eventually he does go to sleep.