Among the trees

[onceaviking]

Eric seems to have a very specific tree in mind, steering Athelstan down paths invisible to the human eye.

The tree turns out to be an oak, widespread and solid.

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[athelstanthescribe]

He sucks at Eric's tongue before the wounds close and the blood stops flowing, taking every drop he can get.

[onceaviking]

Eric's hand has moved into his hair, cupping the back of his head.

Holding him in place.


{ooc: bedtime}

[athelstanthescribe]

He doesn't mind. In fact, he likes it, and he'll stay there and let this continue as long as Eric does.

[onceaviking]

The blood flow has stopped.

But Eric is still kissing him.



There's something about warms lips, and a hot, wet mouth, that just -

[athelstanthescribe]

He knows well enough Eric will end this when he's tired of it. Until then, and until he runs out of held breath, let it go on.

[onceaviking]

And Eric does break the kiss.

Eventually.

Moving his face away, but staying in place otherwise. So Athelstan won't fall.

[athelstanthescribe]

Falling out of the tree would be bad.

Athelstan looks down. "How high up are we?"

[onceaviking]

"High enough for you to break something if you fall," Eric murmurs.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Yes." Beat. "I'm probably going to need your help getting down."

Climbing trees, he knows, but not this high when he didn't climb up.

[onceaviking]

"Hold on."

His voice is low.
Intimate.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan nods and reaches over again to wrap his arms around Eric.

[onceaviking]

And Eric lifts him, effortlessly, and glides down between the branches.

[athelstanthescribe]

He even manages to relax enough to enjoy the ride and take in the sight of the passing branches.

[onceaviking]

They alight on the ground, but Eric doesn't let go straight away.

Athelstan is warm.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan looks up at him.

"Eric?"

[onceaviking]

"Mmm?"

Eric's eyes are half closed and his arms are still around Athelstan, keeping him close enough to feel the warmth of his skin.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Do you want to go inside?"

He actually doesn't mind either way. The cold doesn't bother him much, if it's dry.

[onceaviking]

Eric seems a little surprised at the question.
"I was planning on going back inside, yes," he says.

And then, "Are you cold?"

Practicalities.
Of course.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Not too much." It's true, it's quite a mild night. "You didn't seem eager to move anywhere just yet."

[onceaviking]

Eric lets go of him.

"Well, you seem to be staying upright," he says.
It may not be terribly convincing.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Your assistance made sure of it", he agrees. "I should be fine."

[onceaviking]

Eric starts down the path, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan follows, not hurrying to catch up - but it doesn't seem like Eric is particularly rushing either.

[onceaviking]

He is almost strolling.
And he is surprisingly quiet for a man (well, vampire) his size.

[athelstanthescribe]

Centuries of practice, Athelstan assumes.

"How's Pam?" he asks after a few minutes.