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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.

Date: 2015-09-29 10:05 pm (UTC)
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"It could be said I am to blame also, for your suffering." Sinric muses sadly.

Date: 2015-09-29 10:18 pm (UTC)
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Sinric frowns, unconvinced. He leans into Athelstan's touch and sings softly. because somehow singing was easier than words. He takes Athelstan's hand and massages it softly, working out the knots of many hours transcribing.

Date: 2015-09-29 10:29 pm (UTC)
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Sinric nods and snuggles in, still massaging Athelstan's hand. "I am a little cold. It is cooler here than at home." And Sinric is lean and slight, little padding on him to keep him warm.

Date: 2015-09-29 10:35 pm (UTC)
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He rolls over and cuddles closer, tucking his back against Athelstan's chest. He takes Athelstan's other hand and starts massaging. It feels so good to be cocooned in warmth, to be in the arms of someone he cares deeply for. He sings again, softly and sweetly.

Date: 2015-09-29 10:42 pm (UTC)
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Sinric smiles, honestly this time but briefly. He closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling of warmth and closeness as he shifts from one gentle song to another. He weaves in the Northumbrian lullaby, adding verses he has written himself in Athelstan's birth tongue as he taught himself.

Date: 2015-09-29 10:49 pm (UTC)
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Sinric nods and shifts to press a kiss to Athelstan's brow. The words of the song are simple but soothing, calling to the dawn and the hopes of a new day, letting sleep renew the world. His Northumbrian is imperfect but the feeling is there.

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Date: 2015-09-29 10:55 pm (UTC)
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Sinric nods and settles down next to him, without breaking his song. Sleep would do them both good. It has been days since he had more than a few hours. He strokes Athelstan's hair, singing them both down to rest.

Date: 2015-09-29 11:00 pm (UTC)
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Sinric sings until his own voice falters as he slips into sleep. His own nightmares are kept at bay by the warmth of trusted company.

Date: 2015-09-29 11:04 pm (UTC)
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Sinric wakes early, as if feeling the dawn he's missed in his sickbed vigil but he doesn't slip out of bed to greet it. The warmth of Athelstan's embrace and the peace of his company is worth more. He lays awake, holding Athelstan in his arms and watches his friend sleep.

Date: 2015-09-29 11:08 pm (UTC)
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Sinric sings again, very softly so not to wake Athelstan but enough to keep himself from thinking too hard or letting worry creep in.

Date: 2015-09-29 11:13 pm (UTC)
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Sinric moves to make himself more comfortable for Athelstan to settle against. He strokes Athelstan's hair and back as he sings, soothing as a brother or lover. Or both.

Date: 2015-09-29 11:20 pm (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2015-09-29 11:31 pm (UTC)
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Sinric entwined his fingers in Athelstan's, bringing them softly to his lips as he sings before resting it over his heart.

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