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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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"What do you know?" Gavroche asks. "Only up until they meet?"

"Oh no, well past that. I have known them, loved them half my life. But in our own time outside the door, they are yet to meet. And I feel I am here out of order too, as if my younger self is here watching from some corner."

He moves to stand. "I should replenish my supplies and go."

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"What do you need?" It's half an offer, from this young man hardly more than a boy and his good heart.

Sinric smiles at the sweetness of that. And of Gavroche. How easy his kindness is.

"Those little luxuries of future times I grew too much to enjoy. Toothpaste, heparin gel, pain killers and chocolate." To name a few. "Although the temptation to stay a night and sleep once more on a soft bed and enjoy a shower pull at me."

"You could, if your younger self isn't here. Maybe you were brought here now for a reason."

"Not in my old room. There are too many memories there that would choke me. No, Bette to ask the bar if she would allow me some common guest room for the night and slip out with the dawn."

Gavroche nods.

"It can come with a good bed and shower."

A key appears next to Sinric's empty glass and he chuckles softly. "It would seem she improves of this idea." He picks jo the key, feeling the weight of it in his palm before looking to Gavroche.

"Thank you for your company, and your kindness."

"You're welcome." He smiles a little. "I'm Gavroche, by the way."

"Sinric." He answers with a soft smile, a shadow of that pretty boy showing in it. "I hope our paths cross again. In future or past."

He picks up his pack and heads for the stars and a chance to get clean.

Behind his back, Gavroche blinks, then turns, thinking, to watch him go.

{ooc: thank you! That was very sweet.}

[ooc: that's my boy. :D]