OOM: For AU Sin(ric)

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal's room in Milliways is quite simple, compared to the way he lived in Florence.

 

There is a book case full of well-worn old books, a small fireplace with a comfortable-looking chair, some historical prints of Florence, and a small harpsichord. There's a desk, and a desk chair to go with it. Most furniture is vintage midcentury modern, unobtrusively luxurious and classic. He even has what must be a small kitchen, made up from two towers and an island.

 

Everything is rich, warm wood and mature colours -- an off-grey, and some accents in oxblood red.

He turns on the lights, which are gentle and indirect, and leads Sin inside.

"Would you like a drink?"

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[thewidewideworld]

Shin nods and stays where he is, half curls and bloody, his rear warm and wet.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal withdraws and vanishes, and returns soon with warm cloth rolls to clean up Shin thoroughly, almost tenderly, as well as some slightly stingy liquid he dabs on the cuts.

[thewidewideworld]

He gasps at the stinging coolness, reaching back to squeeze Hannibal's thigh in thanks.

He turns to kiss Hannibal deeply, wordlessly thanking him for everything. "I think this is where we part."

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course, if you want to avoid the anticlimax of morning and breakfast," Hannibal says. "Otherwise, you are sincerely welcome to stay."

[thewidewideworld]

"I very much doubt a breakfast cooked by you would be anticlimax." Shin smiles, stoking the line of Hannibal's thigh. "But the new born butterfly aches to bend its wings in the sun. And I have plans to make, if I'm to leave my life in Florence behind."

[cook_the_rude]

"Go and fly then, Shin; spread and harden your wings," Hannibal says, leaning in to kiss him.

[thewidewideworld]

Shin returns the kiss, deeply, engraving each sensation into memory. "I will never forget you. Even if our paths never again cross. In the smell of coffee by the river. In the smile of a Botticelli angel. In the colour of a Wagner battle, you will always be with me."

[cook_the_rude]

"Yes, Shin," Hannibal says. "I will."

[thewidewideworld]

He kisses Hannibal again and starts looking for his clothes. He leans against the wall to pull on his jeans, not bothering with the binder. "I hope you'll remember me fondly."

He doesn't frame it as a question. It is his hope, not fishing for validation.

[cook_the_rude]

"I will," Hannibal says.

[thewidewideworld]

Sin nods and picks up his shoes, aware of the way his shirt sticks to his skin, the way the ointment and oozing blood hold the fabric. Aware of his own skin more than ever before.

He cups Hannibal's cheek and kisses him one last time, nodding a wordless goodbye and he headed outside and away.

Time to bring a new. Time to find his truth.

{ooc: thank you!}