OOM - Fangtasia, Eric's office

[onceaviking]

Dusk falls.

Eric is still seated in his chair. Blood is dripping from his nostrils and his ears. His eyes.
Occasionally, he dabs at his face with a towel from the staff bathroom. It was white. Once.

The first couple of hours had been spent in a state of near panic.
He'd made a gambit - and he had no idea whether he had lost or won. He'd only exposed himself because he'd hoped that the threat to The Authority itself would be enough to persuade them to go after Edgington.

The hesitation was - worrisome.

A fair hearing. Was it Nora perhaps? Trying to persuade the others?
Or had she turned her back on him, disgusted by his weakness?

And Pam?

And then he hadn't been able to think for a while. Pam.

But he was calm now.

There was a possibility that they would pin it on him. He was already in captivity and in bad standing.
But he would meet his end unflinchingly.
He would not look away.

And he would talk with Pam. This was his fate, not hers. She would have to go on. Continue their line.
Godric's line.

And now he is here. And it is almost time.