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[thewidewideworld]

{OOM: from his last exit, Sinric goes back to the party and his life outside the bar. Warnings for minor sexual references and a slave's place in Byzantine society.}

Sinric comes in looking dowdier than usual. Not sickly or beaten, but quiet and withdrawn, his mask down. He orders a glass of pear cordial and is greeted by a letter from Ragnar.

He takes his drink to a far corner of the bar, his back to a wall and sits to read.

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[onceaviking]

He is being watched.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric doesn't notice. Or care. One of the two. He tucks the letter in his sleeve and leans back against the wall, closing his eyes and pressing the cool of the glass against his forehead.

[onceaviking]

Eric walks a little closer.

It's not a bad position Sinric's in. It does appetizing things to his throat.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes a sip of the sweet, tart drink, his eyes still closed. The act of swallowing makes his slender throat contract, his almost absent Adam's apple bobbing.

[onceaviking]

Just like that.

Eric walks a little closer, just to make sure he isn't missing out on any of the subtle movements.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sighs and returns the glass to his forehead, his skin a little flushed and red. A single drop of condensation slides down the glass and onto his cheek, like a tear.

[onceaviking]

It's such a nice look on him.

On anyone really.

Eric is now this close to hovering.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric takes another slow sip and puts the glass down before opening his eyes.

The sudden nearness of Eric sets his little rabbit heart racing, his eyes wide but he manages not to cry out.

[onceaviking]

"Good evening, Sinric, " Eric says.

[cook_the_rude]

"You don't look very happy, Sinric," Dr. Lecter says, coming up to where Siric is sitting, with two mugs of steaming, spicy tea. "Can I be of assistance?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lifts his heavy eyes and forces a smile he doesn't feel. "It has not been a pleasant week and your company would be most welcome." He folds the letter and slips it away in his sleeve.

[cook_the_rude]

The doctor sits down, and offers Sinric one of the cups. "Spicy Indian chai," he says, "sweet and with milk in it."

He looks at the letter vanishing into Sinric's sleeve. "Bad news?"

[thewidewideworld]

"My thanks." He nods and lifts the tea, breathing in the spicy scent before taking a sip. "Hmm. How lovely."

He closes his eyes a moment before answering. "Not really bad. Just news. Another worry in a long week of such things." He looks tired to the core.

[cook_the_rude]

"What else is worrying?" the doctor asks.

[thewidewideworld]

"Luka, the youngest of us has gone under the knife. I tried to convince my lord to wait but Luka was eager. He wanted to sing like me." Sinric lowers his eyes. "He has taken ill with fever. I have been sitting with him for a week while my lord prepares for war."

[cook_the_rude]

"I can give you something to help with his fever and the infection," the doctor says. "But there is no cure for war, I'm afraid."

[thewidewideworld]

"Please?" There's a slight note of desperation in his voice. "I hope when the door opened to me, I might find some pill or powered I can give to him secretly, so he might heal safely."

[soldier_blade]

Depending on his state of mind and eye for detail, Sinric might recognize the young woman on the sofa. Her features are certainly similar, but younger and without the lines and shadows caused by years of stress, worry, and anger.

Somehow, Sonya managed to change into the pink and blue pajama set from bar, not caring that she was in a public place (really, it's just pants and a tank top-who could complain). The swelling in her ankle's gone down a little and she was able to take off the ice pack, but it's a bad sprain so her crutches are still near by.

She's supposed to be studying, but the book in her lap is a Teen magazine, not a textbook. Ever so often she frowns at the pages, finding something she might want, but wouldn't be able to afford or wear.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sits in the booth for some time, lost in his own thoughts.

He notices her after some time, notices her swollen ankle. He gets up to go to the bar for more cordial. "My lady, may I fetch you something? You look like you should rest your leg."

She looks familiar but he can't help but wonder if this is the daughter Sonja spoke of.

[soldier_blade]

She's not used to being addressed as 'lady' except by when the instructors when they wanted to get them angry. As such, she hardly registers the greeting until her leg's mentioned, and she looks up to see someone who looks like a girl, but, closer inspection shows a very feminine boy. She'd seen such adrongens before when traveling to cities: fans of Brit Rock especially.

"Uh, thought I was." Taking a deep breath, she grabbed at her leg and carefully lifted it onto the sofa. See, resting. "And I'm fine, swelling's actually gone down a little." Very little, and it still hurt, but there wasn't much she could do about it.

[thewidewideworld]

He nods. "And for that I am glad. May I fetch you anything from the bar?" He gestures, "So you need not get up."

[soldier_blade]

She didn't really need anything except stronger painkillers, but she wasn't sure she could take them without overdosing. "If you're getting something anyway..I'd like a coke."

There were coke machines on campus of course, but just around the main rec buildings and the microfridge in the common room was always fairgame.

[thewidewideworld]

Having not idea what a coke is, he asks the bar nevertheless, returning with a tall glass of soda on a tray. He moves with practiced, easy grace, setting it down at her side.

[soldier_blade]

"Thanks." Injured as she is, she still has some manners and he was nice enough to get her something to drink. "I'm Bl-Sonya..name's Sonya." She almost went by her family name, a habit from the academy, but this wasn't the academy and she had to remember that.

[thewidewideworld]

He smiles softly and bows to her, "Sinric of Constantinople. A pleasure to meet you, Sonya." He isn't sure what to make of this young lady having his friend's name. He hasn't seen time skips like this so far. "May I ask how you became hurt?"