slipping away with Ragnar

[thewidewideworld]

{From here}

Sinric leads Ragnar into the bathrooms, glancing around to see if anyone is around before slipping into one of the stalls and closing the door behind them.

"Do you want me to paint your prick with my lips or lift my skirts and take me standing?" He asks with a list-filled purr.

Comments

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes, to tell him I am on my way to free him," Ragnar says. "To tell him to have hope. I am very glad tha Rae is going to help me."

[manofbusiness]

"What was done to him", his voice low, "is beyond all conscience."

He's cut a few throats in his time, before he worked for Mr Norrell, but he draws the line at torture.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods in emphatic agreement. No truer word said.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"It is," Ragnar says. "And the ones who did it will be made to pay."

[manofbusiness]

"Once you have him safely out of their hands."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and tangles his fingers in Ragnar's. "You bring him home safely. I have faith in that."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I will," Ragnar says, quietly. "Safely, and alive, and well."

[manofbusiness]

"Or with a chance to get well, at least."

They don't call it the same thing, in his time, but he knows hurt doesn't always end when the body heals.

[thewidewideworld]

The fact that Childmass understands that is heartening and he reaches across to gently squeeze the man's hand in unspoken thanks.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Thank you for wishing us well," Ragnar says. "May I bother you for..."

He hesitates.

[manofbusiness]

He isn't certain what to do with Sinric's physical contact - he doesn't get it all that often - so his hand just sort of stays there. But he doesn't pull it away.

"For what?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric withdraws his hand after a moment, the touch light and brief.

He looks to Ragnar, curious what he might ask the man for.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Knowledge from your magic?" Ragnar says. "If you can do that for somebody else?"

[manofbusiness]

"Do you mean my cards?" He leans back, thinking. "Yes, I can ask them questions on your behalf, but they are not so good at the details. What do you want to know?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric listens with interest, fascinated by this strange magic that seems so natural to Ragnar and his northern gods.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I'd like to know where we will go, Athelstan and Sinric and I," Ragnar says. "How we can break free from all the politics and be ourselves."

[manofbusiness]

"That might be difficult. Remember, they do not speak in words... but I will ask."

He gets the cards out of his pocket.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sighs and kneel up to gather Ragnar in his arms, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

He cups Ragnar's cheek, looking into his eyes. "We may never be free, Ragnar. Unless we run away and spend our lives here where we can be as we are. But then I will never find you and you will never find Athelstan."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Afterwards," Ragnar says. "After now. When we find you again in our world."

Pause.

"I know that," he then says to Childermass.

[manofbusiness]

"Very well." He holds the cards in his hand. "Shall I read for each of you individually? Who first?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I will be old and ugly and you won't want me any more." Sinric teases, kissing the tip of Ragnar's nose before settling back down.

"Athelstan." He answers without hesitation.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Yes, ask about him," Ragnar says, nodding agreement.

[manofbusiness]

"All right." He shuffles the cards dextrously, murmuring to them. "Tell me about their friend. Show me his future."

Then he begins the spread.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric watches with interest, his eyes tracing the shapes and patterns of the cards. He has heard of such things but never seen it done.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar watches, fascinated, as well.