Everything's different. Some things stay the same.

[onceaviking]

Eric's room is still fairly bare. There is a small, carved Viking ship on the table next to his closed laptop and the two chairs beside the low table have ornately carved backs.
And there is the bed of course. Huge and messy.

He closes the door behind them with a small click, once they have entered, his other hand still on the small if her back.

Possesively.

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[onceaviking]

He looks like he is about to say no. Then he reconsiders.

It is deeply ingrained in him that humans are not to be allowed where he sleeps, when he sleeps. But she has given him no reason to mistrust her, and he understands the need to wash.

So he nods.

"Dawn is close," he says. "If I sleep when you leave, make sure the door locks after you."

[i_am_your_host]

And she is diligent about keeping his trust, and has no reason to betray him in any way. Though she doesn't quite understand the gravity of what he's not explaining to her, she still hears it, and she won't question it.

She nods. "Of course I will."

Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, she quickly rolls down her stockings (the garters are crusty with dried blood) and leaves them by her shoes. As her eyes adjust to the dimness, she crosses the room to pick up her dress and knickers off the floor, before following the light to the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her.

She'll waste no time. She runs the water cold for a few moments to fully wake herself up, then turns it very, very warm, almost hot, to ease away the aches. The dried blood also washes away -- a kind of sloughing off of the night before.


When she emerges from the bathroom some ten minutes later, she does so quietly and discreetly, padding out in bare feet into the light-tight darkness of the main room.

[onceaviking]

He is on the bed, on his back. Same side where she was sleeping.
Eyes closed.

Completely still.

He calls it sleep, as most vampires do, but in reality he is indistinguishable from a corpse as he lies there, still and quiet and cold.

[i_am_your_host]

The room is deathly quiet.

She can discern Eric's pale, shirtless form on the bed, and she stops short. The sight is rather unsettling. But she continues on tiptoe toward the bed to pick up her shoes. She gropes around in the darkness for her rolled-up stockings for a few seconds but can't find them.

His face actually looks rather peaceful in the gloom.

Almost gentle and kind.

She needs to stop thinking that way.

She tears herself away from the spot and quickly makes her way to the door. Slipping out of the room, she quietly pulls the door closed and it locks with a click. After double-checking the knob, just to be sure, she darts away down the hall without looking back.

[onceaviking]

{ooc: that was perfection}

[i_am_your_host]

[ooc: This thread, I can't. <3]