into the bath with Athelstan

[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric gets up slowly, stretching all of his finely toned dancer's body. He's not doing it on purpose, to excite or tease. It's just the way he is, almost careless in his sensuality.

He offers Athelstan a hand and a kiss before leading him to the bathroom.

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[athelstanthescribe]

"My Sinric." He moves close to his arms. "You are a wonder-worker."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric holds him tight and shakes his head with a half smile, unwilling to take praise. "No, just fortunate to have help to offer you."

[athelstanthescribe]

"How did you learn to mimic so well?"

[thewidewideworld]

He shrugs softly, "All sound is music in its own way, even the music of someone's voice." His own voice is a little rough, his throat sore from pitching it so far below his natural frequency.

And Ragnar has given Sinric more than enough opportunities to learn his sounds.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan reaches up a hand to stroke his throat softly, with fingertips only.

"You have done yourself harm."

[thewidewideworld]

It's Athelstan and the touch is gentle, that keeps it from being a touch that might open old wounds. "I've overreached myself, that's all. Some tea and a day of quiet and I will have my voice again. It is nothing and given gladly for you."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Then I will see you have them." He rests his head on Sinric's shoulder. "Given as gladly for you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and kisses the top of Athelstan's head, pulling the blankets around them. "You need not worry about that. Just rest and be at peace."

[athelstanthescribe]

"You have brought me peace", Athelstan murmurs, already half-asleep. "At least for... for a while."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles and nuzzles Athelstan's hair, pleased with himself for what he's give Athelstan tonight. He sings softly, easing Athelstan into a much deserved rest.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan drifts off only a few moments later, with Sinric's song in his ears.