For Athelstan

[onceaviking]

Eric has left the door ajar.

He is inside, seated in one of the low chairs, his bare feet resting on the wolf pelt in front of it.
Watching the door.

There's a carafe and one glass on the table.
The bed is turned down.

The light is dim.

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[athelstanthescribe]

There are a lot of things Athelstan shouldn't want. But he does.

He looks back at Eric, waiting.

[onceaviking]

"There is nothing to plan," he says, looking away from Athelstan and down at his own hands.
"He will either come for me of his own accord or I will have to lure him out. And then I will make sure that he dies. Fire. The sun. Something like that."

[athelstanthescribe]

"And if you must", and this time it isn't a guess, "you'll hold him there yourself."

[onceaviking]

"Yes."

Just that one word.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan looks at him, trying to come up with a counter.

There isn't one.

[onceaviking]

"Look at me."
Returning to practical matters because there isn't anything else to say.
And Athelstan did drink quite a lot of blood.

[athelstanthescribe]

Obediently, he does.

His eyes look clearer, but there are still effects to be seen, if nothing as dramatic as hallucinations.

[onceaviking]

Eric cups his cheek, his thumb resting just beneath Athelstan's eye.
"It'll pass," he says. Softly.

[athelstanthescribe]

"All drugs wear off", he agrees, not moving away from Eric's touch.

And then he kisses him, more slowly than usual. It almost might be a goodbye.

[onceaviking]

And Eric returns the kiss.
And then he breaks it.

"You can rest here. If you need to."
There are hours till sunrise,

[athelstanthescribe]

"It might be a good idea."

And he doesn't want to turn down the offer.

[onceaviking]

Eric nods.
"I'll dry off," he says and gets up to head into the bathroom again, leaving Athelstan alone.

[athelstanthescribe]

He sighs and stretches out on the bed. He's not going to fall asleep just yet.

[onceaviking]

A little while passes and then Eric returns.
Quietly.

He walks to the bed and lies down next to Athelstan. Huge and cool and quiet.

[athelstanthescribe]

He rolls his head sideways to look at him.

"Whatever happens... you know I won't forget you."

[onceaviking]

Eric turns to look at him.
Then he nods. Just a little.

He is not going to thank him for saying that, but there might be a glimmer of gracefulness in his eyes.

He still believes in that. Legacy.

[athelstanthescribe]

Most people Athelstan knows believe in legacy.

He shifts closer to Eric's side. It might be a come-on, fuelled by the residual vampire blood in his system. It might just be what it seems.

[onceaviking]

Eric will take it as a come on if only because it means that they can stop talking. And that he can touch warm skin and not think.

He skies a hand down Athelstan's side.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan hums wordlessly and turns into the hand.

"Yes", he murmurs.

[onceaviking]

"Touch me," Eric tells him.

[athelstanthescribe]

He pulls himself half on to Eric, warming him just with that, and slips his hand down to his cock.

[onceaviking]

That gets him a small purr and big hands stroking his back.


{ooc: bedtime}

[athelstanthescribe]

He knows what he's doing, now, practised on both Eric and Emcee, and he strokes him confidently. His other hand runs over Eric's chest.

[onceaviking]

And Eric closes his eyes and parts his lips.
Just a little.

Just enough to moan.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans over and kisses him again, moving to lie fully on him without stopping his efforts.