For Sinric
[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.
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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He runs his fingers through Tahno's hair, combing and carding it as he goes. "The mirrors of my time are small, and not so clear. I have only ever seen my whole self at once in this place."
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He ducks his head a little and doesn't answer.
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He smiles and reaches for the last bottle as Tahno scratches him. "I was very much in love with the tales and songs of the old gods when I was a child. I made my master teach me Latin so I could read them for myself."
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"Ganymede was the loveliest born of the race of mortals, and therefore
the gods caught him away to themselves, to be Zeus' wine-pourer,
for the sake of his beauty, so he might be among the immortals."
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"Ganymede?" the waterbender drawls quietly. "I don't think I've met him. Is he really that beautiful?"
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He moves to rinse his hair, getting the length of it good and wet. He's short enough he doesn't need to crouch but finds a glass wall to lean against. The water draining down his back, over the curve of his heart shaped rear is a rather alluring sight.
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A purr of his own escapes his lips as Tahno begins to play with his hair. "Thank you. I confess, I'm rather vain about my hair."
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Once he's done rinsing, Tahno picks up the second bottle and begins to lather the shampoo onto Sinric's scalp.
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