thewidewideworld: (middle - beach)
[From here]

Sinric takes Emcee's hand and leads him to a little grove of trees, shaded and lovely with a view of the lake. He lays out his towel and pulls Emcee into a kiss. "My lovely mirror."
thewidewideworld: (middle - beach)
[from here]

Sinric leans a little on Emcee as he leads the way. The bath-house is more of an indoor resort spa than the sort of Roman bath-house Sinric is use to, but it has several pools including the hot and cold plunge pools he's use to.

"There are rooms to change just over there." He points, putting his bundle down.
thewidewideworld: (Default)
{From here}

Sinric's room hasn't changed, much even if it's owner has. The bed is larger with a soft Indian cotton spread of rich blue instead of the winter furs.

He fetches a towel down from the cupboard and hands it to Emcee, offering him the neat little ensuite bathroom.

"I'll be here if you need anything at all." He soothes, giving Emcee's room.
thewidewideworld: (Cubefall - Still beautiful)
Sinric's room is much as it was last time Emcee visited, although the bar has kindly upgraded the size of his bed to a queen to fit this rather larger body.

The only thing out of place is a rather ornate Sino court costume, stuffed unceremoniously into a chest in the corner, the fine silk crushed.

Sinric ignores it, rather pointedly and offers Emcee his hand. "Would you like a drink? I've grown rather fond of the mead the Northmen favour."

He feels strangely nervous and unsure.
thewidewideworld: (Young - deep eyed compassion)
{From here}

Sinric groans as Emcee's hand moves on his thigh, tilting his head back just a little more. Emcee's breath against his skin sends shivers down his spine. "Please? All of that! I'm yours."
thewidewideworld: (twenties - confused angry)
From here

Sinric's room is small, simple. A slightly narrow bed spread with furs, a long free-standing wardrobe and a padded window seat that overlooks the gardens. But what dominates the room is a large baroque harpsichord.

Sinric ducks his head, tucking some stray books away, hair hiding his face shyly. "I'm sorry, I know it's not much."

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