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

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric ducks his head, aware of the discomfort they are causing Childermass and returns his attention to the cards (While not leaning away from Ragnar's warmth at all.)

"My brother Probus perhaps. I have hoped to find a way to warn him of what is to come."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Or Yan, perhaps?" Ragnar suggests.

[manofbusiness]

"I do not know", Childermass says simply, and moves on. The Nine of Swords.

"Your state of mind. Anguish - for your lord's coming death, I would suppose - anxiety and worry, perhaps for your brother? Or your friend, or both."

[thewidewideworld]

"Oh yes. Yan would makes sense."

The reading of the next card sobers him and he nods. "For all of us. Leo's assertion will endanger many I hold dear."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"You have to go," Ragnar nods, "but it will be painful to let them go."

Once more, he squeezes Sinric's shoulder to comfort him.

[manofbusiness]

"Who or what is around you", Childermass continues. The Eight of Wands.

"Things moving very quickly, and communication."

[thewidewideworld]

"Communication?" He asks uncertainty, wondering if it means something different in a later age.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Talking to people," Ragnar says. "You're very good at languages, after all."

[manofbusiness]

"Talking to people", Childermass agrees, "or messages sent over greater distance."

The next card is the Ten of Swords.

"Your hopes and - no, this must only be your fears. Misfortune, sometimes endings, or failure."

[thewidewideworld]

"I do have the gift of tongues but... the future of which you speak does not sound greatly hopeful."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Ten swords can do a lot of damage," Ragnar muses.

[manofbusiness]

"That last card was not your future", Childermass says almost gently. "Only what you fear it may be."

The last card is the Knight of Wands.

"This is your future, up to a year from now. The time for action, and travel. The fair-haired young man may be you, or someone else, or no one at all."

[thewidewideworld]

"It would seem the cards know my heart as well as my future. But how can a fair haired man be no-one at all?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Ghosts?" Ragnar says.

[manofbusiness]

"No." He shakes his head. "I meant only you should not expect a fair-haired man, because the card may or may not be predicting one."

[thewidewideworld]

"I fear I don't understand but read on, perhaps it will become clear in time."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar nods.

[manofbusiness]

"The cards mean different things in answer to different questions", he tries again. "As that card is the future, action and travel I am almost sure will be in it - and sometimes it refers to a person who looks like the figure, but not always. And your reading is done."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric offers Childermass a bow. "For your council and your magics, I thank you."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"So do I," Ragnar says. "We have a lot to think about, now, and pitfalls to avoid."

[manofbusiness]

"I hope it was useful. Or will be."

[thewidewideworld]

"I'm sure it will be, in due course and much thinking on."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"I know that it is for me," Ragnar says. "Thank you."

[manofbusiness]

"Good, then." He leans back in his chair.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric fidgets a little, looking uncomfortable. "If you will both forgive me, I think I need to walk for a bit, to think." He reaches for Ragnar's hand. "I will meet you in our rooms?"