AU Week: Sinric as Godric

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is cool and dark. He switches on the light as they enter and it illuminates the huge bed, the small table, the low chairs.

There are a few objects scattered around. A small Viking ship on the desk, a few framed pictures on the wall.

Eric holds the door for Godric, silently.

Not speaking out of turn - and not able to even if he wanted to.

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[onceaviking]

"I've seen demons. You're not a demon."
So not a demon.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric tilts his head curiously but doesn't ask.

"In truth, I don't know what I am." He confesses.

[onceaviking]

Eric doesn't elaborate.

"Could you feel me?" he asks, after a small pause. "As a presence inside you?"
Because he hadn't been able to feel him, feel Godric, not really.

[thewidewideworld]

He shakes his head softly. "Under the control of another's desire I see and hear as one outside my body. As if it is a tale being told to me. I remember actions but not sensations. If he felt your presence in him, I would not know it. I'm sorry."

[onceaviking]

Eric folds his arms tighter across his body.

"I knew it wasn't real," he says.
He could have known.
Maybe.

[thewidewideworld]

Again, he has no answer but to stand, eyes downcast. This sort of conversation leads to violence too often for him not to remain as passive and non-threatening

[onceaviking]

There's a long silence.
Then Eric says, "You got to be the greatest vampire that ever lived," to Sinric before moving away, abruptly, leaving the doorway to the bathroom free.

The bed looks like a murder scene.
Everything smells of blood and sex.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric has no answer but to nod, moving as swiftly as he can to his pile of torn clothes by the door.

Carefully not looking at the bed but frighteningly aware of the smells, he searches through the shredded cloth. He finds what's he's seeking - a wooden flute tipped with silver which he wraps in a scrap and tucks into the waistband of the shorts.

The rest of the clothes he bundles up to dispose of, too destroyed to mend.

He glances from the door to Eric, ready to take his leave. He feels odd. Too present, too aware of all things. Mostly of how far he wants to be away from this room.

[onceaviking]

"Vampire blood stimulates the senses," Eric says, offhandedly.

He recognize that look.

[thewidewideworld]

"Ah." Sinric nods slowly, a little too aware of everything. Including his own skin. "I feel as if drugged."

[onceaviking]

"Some humans use it as a drug," Eric says.
"It will wear off."
Hopefully sooner rather than later.

[thewidewideworld]

Given how blown his golden eyes are, it might take a while.

He nods and glances to the door, eager to be gone but afraid to move without Eric's say so.

[onceaviking]

He wants to lie down and sob.

He wants to kill Sinric.

"You should eat something when you get downstairs," he says tonelessly.
"You can put it on my tab."

Pragmatism.
It has saved him before.

[thewidewideworld]

He shakes his head minutely before nodding. He wants nothing from Eric but to run.

He edges towards the door, reaching for the handle and slipping out without turning his back on Eric.

Once he's out in the corridor, he bolts for the bar, trying to put as much distance between them as he can.

[onceaviking]

Once his running footsteps have retreated sufficiently, Eric locks the door.

Then he sits down on the floor.

Then he hides his face in his head.