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OOM: After many years of wandering Europe, Sinric the Wanderer makes his way into the frozen north.

He meets a young Viking with very blue eyes and they get to talking. Eventually they get to other things.
{ooc: warnings for sex starting about 60 tags in.}

It stirs up old memories, and some pain but Sinric is determined to makes the most of the time he has. He spins tales of far off lands and shares drinks from those lands. Out of those stories, he invites Ragnar to spend a second night with him.
{ooc: warnings for discussions of sex toys starting 30 tags in, mentions of past sexual violence, and more sex starting about 60 tags in.}

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Sinric tiredly pushes his way between the trees as he walks inland and north from Ribe. He trudges, trying to shake off his foul mood, his hood pulled up and his head down. He looks up as he crests the hill only to look down at the bar and the lake.

He swears. Violently. And in several languages. So much so the air should be turning blue.

He stomps his way down to the bar, still swearing. “Now! Why now. Ten years! Why now! ” He drops his pack and falls into a chair at the Bar itself, addressing her directly. “Honestly! So many years and now you choose to open to me?”

The only answer he gets is a stiff drink.

Sinric is much older than anyone here has ever seen him, tired, angry and botherable.

{ooc: just pre-canon Sinric for one week only. Slow tag warning.}

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"That is very right," Hannibal,says. "Even in my day and age, it's still true."

"All of my other currencies may had tarnished but at least my voice still holds."

He drops his eyes, letting his ashen hair covers his face in shame at how beautiful he once was.

"That clearly shows what will endure," Hannibal says, "hold up to entropy and mono no aware just a little bit longer -- art, skill, knowledge!"

Sinric looks up at him, a flash of his past beauty showing. "To think, I'd almost forgotten how much your eyes shine when you're passionate."

"Not something you get much out there in the cold and the mud of your long journey," Hannibal says. "But yes, art is worth being passionate over. Whatever art it is that inspires any one individual. I'm glad I live in a time that allows me to be, despite temporary setbacks."

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"Not all of the way has been muddy and cold. There have been moments of bright beauty. The cantinas of Cairo, the Buddhist temples of Nippon. Walking the remains of the temple of Delphi."

He manages a tight smile. "I thought of you often there."

"I would so have loved to see any of it," Hannibal says, sounding wistful.

"You still might." Sinric shakes his head as if trying to dislodge something. "My memories of coming here during my journeys are... hazy." And getting worse the harder to tries to focus, causing a nasty headache to start to build.

He half rises. "I shouldn't speak of such things. I'm out of my time and out of order. There is danger in that."

"Then you must have been here," Hannibal says, "and we shouldn't ponder it, or you will be punished by the bar. We should rather make the best of this, and music. Or food."

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"Or both, for which I would be very grateful." He concedes to Hannibal's wisdom. "Do you still keep a private place here? I feel... exposed here in the public area."

"I do," Hannibal says. "Complete with kitchen and harpsichord."

He moves to rest a gently hand on Hannibal's sleeve. The first move he has made to touch his one time lover and friend.

"Please?" He asks softly. "Let's go."

Hannibal smiles at him, and holds out his hand to Sinric.

He takes Hannibal's hand, slowly, gently. As if memorising the shape of his fingers, the warmth of his palm. The almost forgotten sensation of being held hand to hand like this.

Hannibal wraps firm fingers around Sinric's, and starts walking upstairs.-

He's still so small, so short against Hannibal's side as he follows.

Edited 2016-03-02 08:14 (UTC)

"I am goi g to spoil you," Hannibal promises as they go, "as thoroughly as I ever did. You deserve it."