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Eric's room is cool and clean.

His bed is made with white and grey, and there's a tray with a carafe and a glass on a small table closer to it.

He steps inside and turns to face Ganymede with a hungry, eager expression.

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onceaviking

But to a vampire the sudden return of a heartbeat is a thundering din, the sudden circulation of blood.like the breaking of a dam.

Eric slowly turns his head to look at him.
His eyes are a little hazy.

(He hadn't been worried. - it had been quite a bit slower than he had expected, this whole revival thing).

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the_cupbearer

There's no real way for him to predict how long it takes; sometimes it's only a minute or two, sometimes it's nearly an hour. It's why he rarely gives anyone a timeline, if they're aware that the conditions of his immortality extend that far.

Many people don't, and he doesn't disillusion them.

Ganymede reaches a hand out for Eric's cheek, brushing his thumb over the corner of his eyelashes. "Hello again," he murmurs.

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onceaviking

"That's a neat trick," Eric murmurs, closing his eye at the touch.

He's retracted his fangs and as he lies here, he looks more human than vampire. Tethered even a slight flush in his cheeks.

It will be gone soon enough.

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the_cupbearer

"Your cheeks are pink," Ganymede notes, brushing his fingertips over the skin.

"What you looked like as a human?" he asks, sliding closer to even the idea of warmth. Coming back always left him feeling cold longer than was pleasant.

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onceaviking

"I wore my hair long," Eric murmurs as his eyelashes move against his cheekbones.

When Ganymede moves, Eric drapes a heavy arm across him. Pulling him close.

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the_cupbearer

"As long as mine?" he asks, teasing as Eric pulls him close, settling into the curve of the vampire's body against his. "I can see you with a braid here or there."

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onceaviking

Eric chuckles. It's a low, rumbly sound.

"Now quite. And I did, occasionally. When one of the girls wanted to braid it."

He caresses Ganymede's side with the tips if his fingers.

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the_cupbearer

Ganymede likes that chuckle. He's not sure he's heard it before without the tint of something else.

"I could give you a tiny one," he says with a little tilt of a grin. "Right along here, if you like." He traces a fingertip through Eric's hair along his part line, where the hair is longest and would be easiest to plait back.

He can't claim to be a girl in any sense, but he's good at braiding. He's learned to be by now. "You'd be hansome."

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onceaviking

"I'm not going to stop you," Eric murmurs.

He couldn't care less about braids - but he enjoys having his hair touched.

It's such a human thing, but he can allow himself to enjoy it now. Just for a little while.

Vampires are hunger.
When that hunger is sated, they are - briefly - adrift.

Calm.
Soft.
(almost gentle)

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the_cupbearer

"Mmm. Maybe later," Ganymede says softly, carding his fingers through the soft blond strands. He leans in and kisses Eric gently, no hurry to it, just a comfortable press. It coul lead to more, but doesn't have to; he just cups his body into an against Eric's to feel the momentary warmth.

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onceaviking

And Eric yields to the kiss, eyes closed, lips almost soft.

He splays his fingers on Ganymede's back, moving a fraction closer.

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the_cupbearer

Ganymede lets Eric pull him in as they kiss, one leg slung over the vampire's hip; they might end up with Eric on top again, they might not.

But it is likely.

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onceaviking

It is very likely.

But right now, Eric seems happy with the way they've arranged themselves. Judging fro the kisses at least.

They're getting deeper.

His lips are still closed to warm them cold, but his mouth is as dry as it normally is.

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the_cupbearer

Ganymede doesn't mind staying just like this for a while longer. It's comfortable, and he likes people who enjoy kisses; he especially likes people who know how to kiss well.

"No more blood," he murmurs, fingertips drifting ticklishly soft over Eric's bottom lip when they part.

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onceaviking

"I haven't missed anything?" Eric asks because he tend to do that.

Messy eater.

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the_cupbearer

He chuckles. "No, you seem to have cleaned yourself up fairly well," Ganymede murmurs. "Except here."

He licks his thumb and swipes the faintest smears of blood away from Eric's cheekbone, up near the corner of one eye. "There. Spotless as ever."

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onceaviking

Eric's eyelids tremble a little at the touch.

"Good," he murmurs, as he runs a hand up Ganymede's front.

"I can feel your heartbeat. "
It's amazing.

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the_cupbearer

"What does it feel like?" Ganymede asks, stilling Eric's hand over his breastbone.

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onceaviking

"Distant," Eric replies, softly.

"But strong. And I can feel your blood within me answer. Like a pulse."

His face is a little less closed now than it normally is and a shadow of emotion passes across. A longing perhaps.

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the_cupbearer

"One day I'll take you to my home, and you can see it. Where the palace was, the ruins of the city and the harbor wall," Ganymede says.

"We'll have to wait until it's dark. Maybe in winter."

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onceaviking

"I should like that," Eric murmurs.

"I bought a far close to - in the old country. I hardly ever go."

It's not the same.
And Pam hates the countryside.

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the_cupbearer

Not much brings Ganymede back to his home, really. Nothing is really there; the closest guess people have gotten to where the city was is still several miles off. The mountain is lonely, and even to the people who don't believe, is foreboding in storms.

"Come to mine, then. It's a far cry from where I live now, but...it's still home. Or was once." He brushes his fingertips over Eric's face, tracing his eyebrows and lips and nose. "I'd enjoy being able to show someone."

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onceaviking

Vampires do not go back.

That doesn't mean they don't understand the urge.

That doesn't mean that they do not want to.

(Case in point: a farm in rural Sweden).

"Thats be nice. Even if your nights are far too short."

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the_cupbearer

"It's almost winter for me," he replies idly. "The nights are growing ever longer."

They're already longer than the days now; it should make travel safer. He'll do the hard part of gettingt ehre for Eric--hopefully. Things may always go awry, after all.