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milliways_bar2016-02-29 06:35 pm
thewidewideworld) wrote in milliways_bar2016-02-29 06:35 pm
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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.}
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.}
***
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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"Please?" He asks softly. "Let's go."
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