The things we do out of grief

[thewidewideworld]

{from here}

Sinric leads Eric out to the garden, both beautiful and eerie in the moonlight. Just as Eric is.

He walks to a spot in the edge of the tree line, not quite where he saw Eric and Athelstan but quite near. "How-" He cuts himself off and tries again. "What would you have of me?"

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[onceaviking]

"And did it?"

Eric has stepped away now and has crossed his arms in front of himself. Observing Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

There's a difference to him now, like seeing a different face behind the mask. Or perhaps a different mask. "It was pleasant, yes. But it would be both too easy and too hard to submit to your will."

[onceaviking]

"Because you get a choice here. You wouldn't if you had met me elsewhere. You would have looked into my eyes and then you would have surrendered. Gladly."

Eric shrugs again.

"But there is plenty of willing, yes downright eager, people here, so it hardly matters.

[thewidewideworld]

"And so I would be dead." Sinric states, "I felt that in your touch, how much you longed you kill me."

Sinric takes that as a dismissal and rises. "And I mean little to you now I have been had. I understand."

[onceaviking]

"You all mean little to me," Eric says, flatly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's also very good at spotting a lie. But better at not calling one out.

"Very well." He bows and turns to go.

[onceaviking]

Eric watches him go.

Quietly.

Then he disappears into the darkness.

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: thank you, that was fun and messy.}

[onceaviking]

{ooc: it was! They have to meet again}