Outside

[onceaviking]

 The air is cool but it does little to calm him.

He has never been this close to a fairy. Not one like this. He can tell that he is in over his head, but he couldn't care less. He can smell the fairy's blood and it overpowers everything else around him, until it is the only thing he can focus on.

He pulls on the fairy's arm as he moves toward the sheltering trees. When he looks back at him, his fangs have dropped. White and gleaming. 

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[sidhe_king]

"No," he answers. "Your keeper, for now. Sleep, child," he whispers from bloody lips into Eric's ear, just loud enough to be recognized as words.

[onceaviking]

And he sleeps. Not the sleep of the vampire, which is nothing but being a corpse, but a sleep closer to that of a mortal creature.


Dreaming.

[sidhe_king]

Finvarra stays; long enough to be sure the dreams aren't too strange--his blood can do strange things, he knows.

But to dream is a luxury he won't deny another creature.

[onceaviking]

(ooc: Thank you for a lovely thread. Eric is shaken to his core)

[sidhe_king]

[ooc: Oh dear, I hope in a good way.]

[onceaviking]

(ooc: self-awereness can be a painful thing ;) )