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Apr. 5th, 2016 11:37 am{From here}
Sinric's room is small and nothing special, a place to sleep when he's alone.
A bed, just big enough for two. A window looking out on the kitchen garden with a padded window seat wide enough for Sinric's narrow frame. A decently sized wardrobe with a long mirror on one side. A tiny, modern ensuite bathroom.
But there are little touches of Sinric's personality too. A pile of books on the window seat, a grey silk kimono painted with misty mountain hanging in full display on one wall, a box of jewelry and trinkets, and an ornate oil lamp on the little side table.
And a harpsichord, taking up most of one end of the room. A kind gift from a mutual friend.
He holds a hand out to Ganymede, gesturing him to the bed. "If you'd like to undress, I'll fetch some oil and see what aches I can sooth."
Sinric's room is small and nothing special, a place to sleep when he's alone.
A bed, just big enough for two. A window looking out on the kitchen garden with a padded window seat wide enough for Sinric's narrow frame. A decently sized wardrobe with a long mirror on one side. A tiny, modern ensuite bathroom.
But there are little touches of Sinric's personality too. A pile of books on the window seat, a grey silk kimono painted with misty mountain hanging in full display on one wall, a box of jewelry and trinkets, and an ornate oil lamp on the little side table.
And a harpsichord, taking up most of one end of the room. A kind gift from a mutual friend.
He holds a hand out to Ganymede, gesturing him to the bed. "If you'd like to undress, I'll fetch some oil and see what aches I can sooth."
