For Sinric

[hot_water]

[OOC: From here.]

Tahno's rooms are gigantic. They're more a collection of suites, an apartment decked out in deep purple and black, with white and silver accents. He selected dark wood furniture with clean lines, with no slats or wicker to catch on clothes or skin.

He leads Sinric through the common room with its own bar to the bedroom with a stone, gas-operated fireplace and a sumptuous bed wreathed in black silk. "Make yerself comfortable," Tahno drawls, letting go of Sinric's hand.

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[thewidewideworld]

"Your rooms are very elegant." Sinric remarks, shedding his heavy fur lined coat, admiring the rooms. The dress beneath is fine linen, cut wide and flowing.

[hot_water]

"Thanks," Tahno drawls, sauntering over to an armoire. He rifles through it, pulling out a thick, small candle in a plastic box with a spout.

"This is massage oil. It'll melt once I light it, and I'll pour it on ya if ya want it," he drawls, searching for a match. "It also smells like vanilla, though I have a bourbon one, too."

[thewidewideworld]

"I'd like that." He nods, hands on the laces of his dress. "Would you... do you need me to undress?"

[hot_water]

"Yeah, if we're gonna use the oil," Tahno drawls, lighting the candle. "But if yer not comfortable with undressing, then by all means keep yer clothes on."

[thewidewideworld]

"No, it's quite alright. Forgive me, I..." He carefully and slowly unlaces the top of his dress, turning his back as he lets it fall from his shoulder.

His curves are very feminine - narrow hip, a tightly curve rear. He keeps his hands crossed over his chest - just as womanly with small, high breasts. His behind and back are marked with scars from a brutal whipping some time in his past.

[hot_water]

Tahno draws a breath through his nose as he examines Sinric's lithe body. He sets the melting candle down on the nightstand and turns down the covers in the bed. "Awrighty," the waterbender drawls. "Lie down on the bed, and we'll get started."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric steps out of the dress pooling at his ankles and moves to the bed, his narrow hips swaying and his hair falling almost to the curve of his rear. He stretches out, resting his head on his arms.

[hot_water]

Tahno stands by the side of the bed, tracing his fingertips down the ridges of scars and skin. He starts at the small of Sinric's back, pressing his thumbs in slow, deep circles.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric purrs, turning his head to the side so he can watch. Except for the scars, his skin is smooth and pale.

[hot_water]

Tahno smiles down at him, leaning forward to drag his knuckles up the muscles surrounding the spine. "I think the candle's ready. Are ya?"

[thewidewideworld]

He nods softly, given Tahno a small encouraging smile.

[hot_water]

"If ya feel like fallin' asleep, that means I've done a good job," Tahno drawls pleasantly. "I won't mind if ya do."

When the candle is ready, he dribbles and pours the melted oil on Sinric's back. The liquid is a bit waxy, bit once Tahno sets the emptied plastic aside and starts working on the androgyne's shoulders, it becomes creamy, like a lotion. It also smells heavily of vanilla.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gasps softly at the oil touches his skin, the feeling so reminiscent of other things. But the smell is so sweet, so soothing and Tahno's sure, strong hands warm his pale skin.

[hot_water]

Tahno gently pinches the muscles supporting the nape of Sinric's neck against his shoulder. Tahno gradually increases pressure in his pinches, performing lifts.

[thewidewideworld]

The touch is strange, snd Sinric has always been sensitive about his neck but he breathes slowly, trying to relax into it. He trusts Tahno, deeply for someone he has not known long.

[hot_water]

"So tell me about yerself," Tahno drawls, dragging his knuckles up and down on either side of Sinric's spine. "What's yer favorite food?"

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric can't help but chuckle at his question, so seemingly from the blue. "Only of you will tell me likewise."

He considers. "I have many favourites, all depending on so much. The day, the weather, what is in season. I love summer fruit most of all. The way cherries taste and the way pomegranate seeds feel. The smell of fresh strawberries."

[hot_water]

"I like seaweed noodles with tomatoes and oil," Tahno drswls, teasing the knots out of Sinric's back. "I have a haunt back home--Narook's Noodlery--that makes the best kind. Maybe we'll have to get some fruit after we're done here."

[thewidewideworld]

"I have eaten tomatoes but not seaweed." He muses. "Perhaps, if you still wish to take me to a party in your world, you can share some with me?"

"My turn." He smiles. "Where is your favourite place to be?"

[hot_water]

"Oh, definitely," Tahno drawls cheerfully, stroking Sinric's back with constant pressure from his thumbs. "My favorite place? I'd have to say the probending arena, because that gets my adrenaline pumping."

He laughs softly. "What's yer most treasured possession?"

[thewidewideworld]

On that he has to think for some moments. "I have four." He lifts his ankle, making the fine chain of silver bells around it ring. "The first gift my master ever gave me. The flute I played tonight which I carved with my own hands. A tiny dragon carved from jade with ruby eyes that was a gift from Yan. And the tattoo on my hip. For each of them is a different part of me and my life."

[hot_water]

Tahno glances at his hip to see if the tattoo is visible. "That makes sense," the waterbender drawls, working the heel of his hand into a particularly stubborn knot. "Those are all small things, things ya can take with ya wherever ya go. Good call."

He runs his knuckles down either side of Sinric's spine. "I don't have any possessions that I'd call my most treasured."

[thewidewideworld]

Not from this angle as it's on the front of his pelvic but when he rolls over, it will be clearly visible.

"My bells and the jade dragon I had kept here, along with a stash of jewels I thought I might need the trade of one day. My flute was lost to me until today when the bar gave it back to me. I suppose that means it has been destroyed in my own world, almost with many other things."

"The tattoo was all I carried with me and I have been grateful for it. There were times, so long away from this place I feared I had lost mind, that it had all been a dream. The tattoo was something real. That I could see and feel to know it was never just a dream."

[hot_water]

"That's too bad," Tahno drawls, gently dragging his thumbs down Sinric's back. "I'm sorry yer stuff got destroyed. But I'm glad you have yer flute back. That probably holds a lotta good memories for ya. So you got the tattoo here? Who gave it to ya?"

[thewidewideworld]

"It was the first thing I ever made with my own hands. My tutor believe the play something, one had to know it, to understand it. My brother Probus and I laboured for months, learning from the finest artificers in the city to make our own. I am no skilled craftsman and I found it very hard but the first time we played them for our master." He bites his lips, smiling richly. "I have never felt so proud."

He nods at that, reaching back to still Tahno's hands a moment so he can roll over enough to show it. Two birds - a raven and a dove, stylised in flowing lines graces the shallow dip of his pelvic bone, so near the fine thatch of blonde curls that all but hides his tiny, dormant member.

"It was done by two I hold very dear here. Two whose lives and histories are entwined with my own. We are of the same world, but of different times. As they are my future, I am their past. Knowing that, gave me a future to believe in when I could not imagine surviving beyond my master's rule."