OOM: For Sinric

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's office is brightly lit today, the windows open to let in grey wintery light which washes palely over the furniture and art.

The pictures are Tang dynasty landscape paintings today, interspersed with court scenes of officials wearing complex hats.

Hannibal politely gestures at the couch, then goes to fetch the wine glasses.

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[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal smiles back, wordless in utter lassitude.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric curls happily against Hannibal's chest, letting his eyes grow heavy. Not quite asleep, he starts to sing softly, a drowsy lullaby.

[cook_the_rude]

"I need to keep telling you how perfect you are," Hannibal murmurs.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric chuckles softly without breaking his song, stroking Hannibal's chest an appreciation for the sentiment. Even if he doesn't believe it of himself.

{ooc: shall we let them fade soon? Seems like a good spot.}

[cook_the_rude]

[[OOC: It is -- thanks for the thread!!))