Eric's room, early evening

[onceaviking]

Eric got up a while ago and has spent some time in the bathroom. Showering.
Now he is seated at his desk with the laptop open, comfortably dressed (track suit, bare feet), with his wet hair combed back.

There's a small pile of bedding in one corner of the room. Bloody, stiff bedding. He will need to take care of that at some point.

But it can wait.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

"Of course not. I can pull up her paperwork and we can go from there."

There was a time when Yvetta might have simply been hunted down and killed. She ought to be grateful that times have changed.

[onceaviking]

Then again, killing someone can be done quickly.

His smile widens.

"That sounds like a plan."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She tilts her head and smirks.

"Something to look forward to. And auditioning for a new dancer, too."

A beat.

"This time, let's narrow the parameters a little. Experience required, for starters."

[onceaviking]

"This time let's leave the preliminary rounds to someone else to deal with. We'll just have a look at the actual talent."

As in - yes.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Good idea," she huffs, briefly flashing back to the visual ordeal they endured.

She then lightly pushes off the desk.

"Are you coming downstairs?"

[onceaviking]

"I was thinking about it, yes," he says, letting his eyes follow the movement of her hips as she moves away from his desk.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Well, whenever."

She eyes him for a moment, sitting there in a chair that isn't a throne, though his natural posture always seems to convey that he ought to be sitting on one anyway.

Stepping close by his side, she lays a hand on his shoulder, and slides it down a little to rest on his chest. By his side. Always by his side.

She doesn't have to tell him how grateful she is that he didn't die. And she supposes she has Godric to thank for that.

[onceaviking]

He puts one of his large hands on top of hers, stroking her skin with his thumb.

He knows what he put her through. Thanks to Godric. He knows she felt it when the sun ate away at him and he'll make sure that all that pain was not in vain.

She is his. Always his,

[lazy_but_loyal]

Her smile is faint. Few people know what a comfort his hands could be.

She presses her fingertips against his chest in one last wordless gesture before slowly and gently pulling away.

"I'll see you around," she murmurs.

And she heads for the door.

[onceaviking]

{ooc: these two. I can post this tomorrow. Am headed to bed }