Sinric the Wanderer (
thewidewideworld) wrote2015-11-03 09:11 am
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slipping away with Ragnar
{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.
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.
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Jay leans against the bench, a drone on each shoulder. Ragnar has managed to bring the entire workshop to rapt silence.
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"It seems they like Norse poetry," he says, sounding almost surprised.
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"May I sing to them?" Sinric asks softly. "I don't know anything quite as wise as the epic of Ragnar's people but I know many songs from my own court."
Jay nods and gestures him to go on if he wants to.
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He chooses a simple child's song at first and is a little shocked when the drones pick up the tune and in their own humming tones, sing back the repeats.
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Jay notices the youth's surprise and give the adults a subtle signal to chill. He doesn't want them frightening Sinric in their enthusiasm.
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He sings three or four songs more before stopping to sip more of the water.
"I think you made some new friends." Jay chuckles as the drones click and chirp their approval.
Lock comes back and tugs lightly on Ragnar's sleeve, wanting to show him something.
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Lock gently tugs Ragnar around to one of the many lean-to sections developing around the edges of the workshop. He uncovers a little model on a shelf and lifts it down, lowering it into Ragnar's hands.
It's a longship made of glass and metal, open at the base so it can be set over a small candle. The eyes of the dragon figurehead gleaming.
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"He." Jay correctly gently. "Lock is a he, not an it."
Sinric flushes and stutters an apology to Jay and Lock.
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