OOM - upstairs with Sinric

[i_am_your_host]

During Emcee's recovery in his room, he became a recluse. He couldn't find the motivation to go downstairs (too tired, too lazy, too sad, too unsure of himself), so he would ask George to see if any of his friends were around. To talk, and perhaps to let the talking lead to other things. Jay, Sinric...even Eric.

At least, he thought, he might be ready to take up his other old habits.

(He wasn't certain if he could feel Eric's presence. It might have just been wishful thinking. Or not.)

As it happens, Sinric is in the bar when George goes on this particular errand. He floats up to the long-haired blond and chirps out the sounds Emm See! at him, and moves backward toward the stairs as a gesture to follow.

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric covers Emcee's arms with his own and hugs in return. "It was. I don't think I knew how much I needed that until I begged for it."

He turns his head to smile at Emcee. "However I am now famished!"

[i_am_your_host]

"And I was only too happy to give it to you, darling," he sighs happily.

And then he laughs again, as Sinric's comment is true for the both of them.

"As am I!"

Giving his hip a soothing stroke, he carefully withdraws from him. He then leans in to kiss him on the lips, as if to seal this perfect moment of pleasure.

"Shall we freshen up a little first?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric lets out a soft sigh as Emcee kisses him, like the exhale that lets a note fade or releases a spell. It sends a wave of warmth through them both as they part.

He nods and bounces to his feet, lithe and energetic. "I feel... wonderful." His smiles says it all as he leads Emcee back to the bathroom.

[i_am_your_host]

"And you look it as well," Emcee chuckles brightly, finding Sinric's energy infectious, and he follows in his wake.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles over his shoulder, fetching a pair of cloths and soaking them in warm water and sweet oils to wash themselves.

Or each other. Which looks like more fun.

[i_am_your_host]

Washing each other definitely looks like more fun.

Emcee takes one of the cloths, wrings it out in the basin, and swipes it down the center of Sinric's chest, all the way down his belly.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric makes the most of every touch, smiling warmly and tracing shapes over Emcee's skin with the cloth. And stealing kisses.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee does the same, sometimes unconsciously almost mirroring Sinric's paths and patterns on Sinric's own body. He smiles at the kisses, replying to them with touches and sweeps of his fingertips over sensitive parts.

All the while washing up. Because that is what they are doing. Yes.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric laughs warmly, refreshing the cloth to keep washing Emcee, spinning him around to wash his back too.

[i_am_your_host]

He squeezes more water over his shoulders as Sinric washes his back, before he turns and has Sinric turn around as well. Soaking the cloth, he gathers Sinric's hair out of the way and gently scrubs him down to the backs of his thighs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs and spreads his legs wider, offering his body up under Emcee's touch. "This I miss most. Just this. Just... touching with my brothers."

[i_am_your_host]

"I know," he murmurs sympathetically, though he has never known that kind of closeness.

Running the cloth over Sinric's hip, he winds his arms around his waist and kisses the back of his head.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric sighs warmly, reaching back to run a hand through Emcee's hair. "I'm glad we can share this."

[i_am_your_host]

"Thank you for inviting me to share it with you."

After a brief but warm squeeze, he releases him, and rinses out the washcloth.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric turns to pull Emcee into a kiss, slow and warm. One that tells Emcee he's always welcome here - in Sinric's rooms, his bed, in his heart.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee doesn't quite expect the kiss, much less one so heartfelt. So he's surprised by it, but it's very much a pleasant one. He returns it gratefully, cherishing the sentiment that needs no words to be expressed.

He cups Sinric's cheeks in his hands and gently breaks the kiss, lingering for a moment as they share a breath. Eyelids fluttering closed, he smiles and touches their foreheads together.

Then with a sigh, he leans back, sweeping his thumbs over his fine cheekbones.

"Let's order something to eat, shall we, darling?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Food!" Sinric giggles gleefully and reaches for a silk robe, offering one to Emcee. "I could eat a banquet all on my own."

He bounces to the door in search of a rat. The rat looks slightly put upon, dragging a bag of laundry but takes their orders anyway.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee laughs brightly as he slips the offered robe on and follows Sinric out.

He gives the rat his order: a simple but hearty German breakfast of eggs, sausages, fresh bread with an assortment of jams and cheese, with coffee and orange juice.

With that done, they will both have a few moments to while away, so Emcee goes to check on George.

The little drone is awake and still listening to music. Emcee goes over to him and takes off the headphones. Though instead of protesting, George zooms upward toward the ceiling, emitting a series of musical beeps and chirps that sound as if he's singing a song he'd learned. Or maybe it's a combination of songs. The melody echoes like an electronic chorus as he flies 'round and 'round in circles.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric orders a rather more exotic Persian spiced rice dish, apple tea and fruit salad.

He laughs softly as he comes back in to find a rather overstimulated George flying circles. "Is he alright?"

[i_am_your_host]

"I think he's very, very happy," Emcee chuckles, watching George go and delighting in the electronic singing. "He'll be fine, he just needs to work off some energy. He must have enough music in his memory to last him and his whole family for quite a while."

He then takes Sinric's hand.

"Will you show me your library? I didn't get to see much of it yesterday for all the obvious reasons." He grins.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles and whistles to the happy little drone, laughing as the tune becomes part of the happy cacophony of George's music.

He leads Emcee over to the library. The thick carpets and low roof act to muffle sound, making this a quiet, private space. There are books in almost every language Sinric speaks. Bound volumes, scrolls, parchment leaves. Books of history, mythology, customs. Books of stories and poetry.

The map painted large on one walk shows a fine gilded line, mapping Sinric's travels. He traces the line with a small smile. "It seems such a little distance viewed like this. When this," he measures the silk road, "the span of three hands, took a year to travel."

[i_am_your_host]

The cozy space seems to embrace them in a warm, comforting silence. Emcee takes a closer look at the books and scrolls, not understanding a word of the ancient languages but finding their titles and texts beautiful.

He then joins Sinric at the map. He stands back to appreciate it as a whole, then leans in closer to see where the cities, rivers, and roads are marked. It is truly a thing straight out of history as the modern world took shape.

"That is indeed an incredible journey," he breathes out.

"My own journey begins here." He finds the area that would become the country of Germany, a body of water separating it from the fjords and peninsulas that make up Ragnar's homeland to the north.

"With hope, it will continue on..."

He traces his finger toward the English isles, and past them into the wide blue Atlantic Ocean. But the Americas have not yet been mapped.

[thewidewideworld]

"To worlds unknown and unknowable in my time. Perhaps when you arrive, you can take me there for a visit? Together we can span the world."

[i_am_your_host]

He breathes out a soft chuckle and nods, his longing gaze still on the map. America is so far away it might not even exist.

"Yes. Yes, of course. When I reach there."

When, not if.

Emcee has no idea what New York City will be like, but he will have to brace himself for it.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric nods and takes Emcee's hand, guiding it to a place in Ragnar's frozen north. "This is Ribe. In years to come and years ago, Ragnar will meet a wanderer who will fill is mind with ideas. He will take those ideas home to Kattigat." He slides Emcee's fingers over the map. "Those ideas will lead him to build a boat. He and those he trusts will sail here." He guides Emcee's fingers to Lindisfarne. "There he will kidnap a young monk he will later come to love."

He smiles sadly, moving his own hand back to Ribe. "But here ends the path I know. A wanderer in a tavern. For all I could see, I could not see my own thread past this knot. It may be that I die, or that I am not meant to know. But here, on a beach made of stones, I will have changed their lives."

He looks into Emcee's eyes. "Wherever our threads lead us, we are always part of the whole. Always connected." He entwines Emcee's fingers in his own.