OOM: Returning Eunuch

[bigarmy_strangepants]

It is late in the day, and Ragnar is lounging in his room, talking to Athelstan.

He could spend eternity just talking to Athelstan, and then an eternity again with all the other Athelstan-related things.

But they never run out of things to talk about, it seems.

"... will turn seawater into potable water, like making salt, just the other way around," he is saying.

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[thewidewideworld]

"No," He admits with a shy smile. "I'm meeting the good doctor for lunch. We talked last night before I came up."

He starts untangling his braids, carding them out with his fingertips.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans over to help.

"In his rooms, or downstairs?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar gets up from the bed and gets an actual comb for them; he returns, sits on the bed with them, and offers it.

[thewidewideworld]

"Downstairs." He sits, presenting his hair to Ragnar. After all, Ragnar was the one who messed it up. "He's cooking me lunch."

[athelstanthescribe]

"He enjoys cooking?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar starts carefully combing out Sinric's hair. What with both men and momen often wearing their hair long among the Vikings, he's got quite a lot of practice at it, and does it both skilfully and without any pulling.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hums a happy note, always enjoying having his hair combed. Or petted, or played with. "He does indeed, and is very good at it. He takes both pride and pleasure in cooking for his friends."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Has he told you what he plans for today's meal, or is it a surprise?"

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Will there be olives?" Ragnar says, still combing Sinric's hair.

There aren't any really bad tangles in it.

[thewidewideworld]

"A surprise, as it often is. Unless I ask for something special." Again that shy little flush. He's not use to the idea of being spoilt that way.

Sinric smiles and turns to kiss Ragnar's cheek. "If there are olives, they won't be as good as your bread." He starts braiding his hair back up with swift and practiced hands.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan watches him, almost relaxed. As close as he gets to it now.

"It was very good bread."

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Thank you," Ragnar says. "That's probably because I made it with Rae's help and instructions."

He looks at Sinric.

"Your hair is very nice and shiny again."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs happily and steals a kiss from each of them. "My beloveds. I should go, it would be rude to be late. I'll see you later."

He bounces towards the door, light and cheerful now they're back to themselves again.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Enjoy yourself", Athelstan calls after him.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

"Have fun!" Ragnar adds, slouching back on the bed.

[thewidewideworld]

He blows them a kiss and is gone.

{ooc: wrap for me. Love you both!}