OOM: Farewell to Sinric

[cook_the_rude]

 Hannibal leads the way upstairs and to his private room -- which is as it was. Mostly.

"Dream of the Fisherman's Wife" is gone from the walls; instead, there are archaeological drawing of Scythian tattoos, with the merest hint at the bodies they used to be applied to, the stark black art dominating the pencilled outline of a neck, a shoulder, a thigh, a pair of buttocks.

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[cook_the_rude]

"So do I," Hannibal says, stretching, and then gathering Sinric close again.

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: fade there? So sweet and so very hot!}

[cook_the_rude]

[[OOC: Thanks for the thread -- that was great!]]