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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan can see Ragnar everywhere he looks in this room, and it tears at his heart at the same time as it comforts him.

He tries not to think of it, though, turning to take Sinric's hand again as they step inside.

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[thewidewideworld]

The warmth of Athelstan's breath on his skin fills Sinric with the love and joy he has missed. He feels desire rise in him but pushed it down. Now is not the time for it. He closes his eyes and keeps singing softly, letting the rhythm of his song guide his heartbeat and breathing.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan's breathing is slow and even, his heartbeat steady.

In his sleep, his hand finds Sinric's.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric entwined his fingers in Athelstan's, bringing them softly to his lips as he sings before resting it over his heart.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan settles again, relaxing bonelessly against Sinric.

[thewidewideworld]

It's soothing enough that Sinric falls back asleep after a while, dozing with even breaths.

[athelstanthescribe]

[ooc: and shall we wrap them there, a nice peaceful scene?]

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: yes, lets. Thank you}

[athelstanthescribe]

[ooc: excellent. Sinric can worry more about Athelstan's mental health another time, but for now he's okay]