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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's exploration of Milliways rooftop yielded another discovering - an observatory. A tall tower projecting from the roof and lined in floor to ceiling glass as well as a dome that can be opened to the night sky. Around the inside are deep, comfortable couches as well as astronomical equipment Sinric has never tried to work out.

Instead he invites Athelstan to join him on the couch facing to the east, a blanket draped over the back and room enough for two to lay together.

"The glass has been treated with some coating that make it safe to watch the sun without harm to the eyes." He explains, setting their bottle down on a near table.

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[thewidewideworld]

"And few have known him as I have." He goes quiet for a moment, head resting on Athelstan's shoulder, eyes closed.

[athelstanthescribe]

"It's going to be all right", Athelstan says quietly. "You're going to be all right."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sniffs and nods, pressing a small kiss to Athelstan's shoulders. "Thanks to you and Ragnar. I owe you both so much."

[athelstanthescribe]

"No more than we owe you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric shakes his head and lays back, cradling Athelstan against him.

He lifts his face to the sun and closes his eyes, letting this feeling of being sad and loved soak into his bones.

"We will both be alright. I have faith in that, if nothing else."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Perhaps I will." And that's as close to hope as he can let himself come, at the moment. "In time."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and gently draws Athelstan to lay with him, stroking his arms and shoulder. The sun is high now, giving them a little island of warmth and light and safety. "Rest with me a little longer, beloved?"

[athelstanthescribe]

"Of course I will." He leans into Sinric's embrace. "I have no rush to go anywhere."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hums softly, singing almost under his breath as he holds Athelstan close. Sleep takes him swiftly, letting him ease to rest with his arms around Athelstan.

{ooc: shall we fade there abouts? Thank you, that was lovely.}

[athelstanthescribe]

[ooc: looks good!]