After the altercation with Pearly

[onceaviking]

He feels heavy and sluggish.
He looked down as he sat down on the bed and lifting his face feels like more of a chore than it ought, but he manages, looking at Pam.

His cheekbone seems to have righted itself, but it is still fully visible.
His flesh is torn, red and charred. His skin is white as paper.

He blinks slowly a couple of times.

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[onceaviking]

"But I want to fuck Jemma," he replies.

Obviously.

[i_am_your_host]

Wait, Pam doesn't want to fuck him?

He's a little hurt by that!

Not that he can get a word in edgewise or anything.

Or that whatever he has to say would matter.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Now it's Pam's turn to feel a little defensive for no reason in particular.

She purses her lips and glares at Eric.

"We are not having this conversation."

And she abruptly stalks over to the bed, grabs Emcee's coat, and shoves it into his hands. This hospitality, of course, is just an excuse to get closer to him and smell him better.

[onceaviking]

"We're not?" Eric asks, following behind. Slowly.

"He's mine, Pam. I am willing to share, but he has to agree to it, and you will have to be cautious as he has already been fed on."

A pause.

"And I still want to fuck Jemma. And feed on her."


It's strictly a manner in which to establish rights of use. Claiming ownership. There. Are no emotions involved.

[i_am_your_host]

He's mine, Pam.

Emcee whips his head around and looks up at Eric, eyes wide.

When did that happen??

He clutches his coat, wondering if he should be turned on by that or not.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam is standing well within Emcee's personal space, her high heels giving her several inches over him. He smells like cigarettes and gin and leather, and deeper down...sex.

She might be reconsidering wanting to fuck him.

But Eric has outright claimed him. And she can't go against it.

He's right, too. Emcee has been thoroughly been fed on, and really, he's just a soft little thing. And she's not entirely sure that she can deliver on Jemma.

"Fine," she huffs.

And she steps away from Emcee. She crosses her arms, her expression neutral. Neutral for her, but to the casual observer, kind of sulky.

[onceaviking]

They don't touch in public. But Emcee hardly matters.
Eric steps close to Pam and runs a finger down her face, following the graceful line of her jaw.

Just once.

Looking down at her.

He's always provided for her. She knows that. And she understood that it wouldn't make sense feeding on Emcee tonight anyway.

"Later, perhaps," he says in Swedish to her. Some other night. Because of course he doesn't mind sharing with her. Sometimes, it's just important to reestablish the hierarchy.
So they won't be sharing tonight.
For that reason alone.


Obviously.

He turns and looks at Emcee.
"How are you feeling?"

He sounds like he's okay, but it's better to check. The situation with Jay thought him that if not much else,

[i_am_your_host]

The entire exchange between Eric and Pam has left him a little bewildered, yet oddly amused. Not that he minded terribly being spoken of like a source of food, but when two very attractive vampires are discussing what they should do with you, your opinion is not really relevant.

He then catches Eric's brief but intimate gesture, and he glances away. He won't pretend to understand what it means to be Maker and Progeny, but what he's already seen of them together is intriguingly complex.

Looking up at Eric at his question, he gapes a little, blinking owlishly.

"Um...? A bit light in the head, but I'm sure I'll be all right after I get something to...uh...eat."

Also, he has questions.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Maybe it's the tension of these past couple of nights that have Pam on edge. Tonight certainly hasn't helped.

She knows she can't always get what she wants, when she wants it. She has Eric to remind her of that. He spoils her sometimes, sure, but now is just not one of those times.

Tempered, she sighs and settles down.

There's always later.

[onceaviking]

"You'd better go take care of that," Eric says to Emcee.
And then, to Pam, "Do you want to go back now or?"

She might want to decompress. Relax. Feed.
He wants to take care of her.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric's response is actually more along the lines of what Emcee expects from him. Not that it's better, it's just more of a reminder of who he really is.

Besides, Emcee is the human in the room.

"I shall," he says evenly, and with his coat draped over his arm, he turns and heads for the door. He pauses there for a moment, however, and when he's certain he isn't interrupting, he asks,

"Herr Northman? May I please have a word with you?"

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam shakes her head no, arms still folded across her middle as she sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Not yet."

Just for once, can they not have to worry about anything.

She glances up at Emcee when he speaks. She's not even annoyed that he's still here. Still, after tonight, she definitely won't be up for meeting new people, because new people suck.

[onceaviking]

Eric nods. He understands her unspoken sentiment.
This is a welcome break from all the shit at home.

As Emcee speaks up, he turns and looks at him.
Perhaps a little surprised. Perhaps not. It is hard to tell.

"Yes? Here or -?"
He might prefer privacy.

[i_am_your_host]

"In the hallway, perhaps?" he suggests.

Then, looking over at Pam, who seems either a bit despondent or just plain sick of this shit, he addresses her.

"Fraulein De Beaufort? It was a pleasure meeting you, and I'm sure we'll run into one another again under less- trying circumstances. Do have a good evening."

He offers her a polite little smile whether she'll take it or not, before glancing up at Eric and slipping out the door into the hall.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She turns her head toward Emcee when he says her name, but that is all he's getting, because she truly is tired of this shit.

It's nothing personal.

[onceaviking]

Eric follows Emcee into the hall, closing the door behind him.
It won't make a difference if Pam wants to listen in, but humans seem to prefer the illusion of privacy.

He leans against the wall and folds his arms, as he lifts one eyebrow just a fraction. Questioningly.

[i_am_your_host]

God, Eric is intimidating when he does that.

Emcee takes a breath and swallows, though he manages to glance up into his eyes from time to time.

"Just- a little clarification, please, if you will," he says in a low tone, somewhat haltingly. "What exactly did you mean when you said- that I was- yours?"

[onceaviking]

For a moment, Eric looks almost a little confused. Then he says, "Oh, that. That doesn't - it doesn't have anything to do with you. As such."

And perhaps he realizes that this makes little sense. Because he continues, "These days, people have all sorts of romantic notions. But really, I just - staked my claim. On you. As food."

He shrugs.

"And in general."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee looks a little confused himself. Especially at the last bit.



"In general....how?" he asks slowly and cautiously.

[onceaviking]

"Other vampires will have to ask for my permission, if they want you. For, well, anything."
There's a loose thread on his jacket. He removes it, carefully.

Not looking at Emcee.

"It's a formality, really. A left over from older times, it is still mostly upheld though."

It doesn't really matter. At all.

Which of course doesn't explain why he is taking so long removing a tiny but of sewing thread.

[i_am_your_host]

He bobs his head in a slow nod, brow furrowed slightly, as he's distracted by Eric's fingers picking at a thread on his jacket.

"...I see."

It dawns on him that something like that would have much more significance in Eric's own world. Certainly not here, when the only other individual to whom that would matter would be Pam.

And Emcee doesn't do romantic notions because romantic notions are for other people.

And neither does Eric, he's sure. That would be silly.

"Well. Personally, should Fraulein De Beaufort want me for anything, I would not object if it was all right with you."

[onceaviking]

"Of course not," Eric replies.
"I will let her know that. "

Of course he is perfectly fine with Pam feeding on Emcee.
He'll just make sure she understands that she cannot be too rough with him.

[i_am_your_host]

He nods.

"All right."

If Emcee knew anything about video games, he would have marked this moment of unlocking an achievement: being claimed by a vampire.

"I should be off, then. I'm glad that you are feeling better. And looking better."

His lips suddenly twitch with a small smirk as he tilts his head, peering up at the side of Eric's face.

"Hmm. Good to know my blood did all that. Nice work, if I do say so myself."

[onceaviking]

Eric's lips twitch a little in answer. He might be amused.

"Go eat," he replies. "I will see you later."

And then he opens the door and goes back inside to Pam.

[i_am_your_host]

Still smirking, he takes a few steps backwards and drapes his coat over his shoulder.

"Have a good evening, Herr Northman."

And he heads off down the hallway.