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Oct. 10th, 2014 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onceavikingEric is standing in the hallway.
Alone.
Edgington has just fetched Sookie for a chat.
Sookie, who had been dragged here when Edgington returned, her pale vampire lover boy subdued by one of the King's burly security guards.
They had both expected Eric to do something to save her and he had been able to feel Sookie's chock and anger when he'd merely grinned at Edgington, telling him that he did not know what it was, but that he was sure it was valuable. Laughing at Sookie for believing that she was somehow his equal.
Bill had, foolishly, attacked Edgington. As if. He'd been dragged to the slave quarters and Loreena had stood there, tears in her eyes. But still present enough to snarl at Sookie. Who'd given as good as she got.
And Loreena was lucky that he could not be distracted by her when she bad-mouthed his Maker. That he had to let her live.
He could not let himself be distracted by this. Any of this.
He had to think.
And so he'd let Loreena leave and silenced Sookie with a hand over her mouth and taken her to the library to wait for Edgington who'd have to go placate his little trophy wife. Who'd gotten upset about something.
Sookie kept talking at him though. About how he was betraying her. How she hated him. Big hat, no cattle. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Till he finally snapped and yelled in her face that he did not care about her.
He was torn.
He needed Edgington to save Pam. He was old enough and powerful enough and insane enough to go up against The Magister.
And he needed Edgington to die. Die a thousand times over. Suffer, and suffer endlessly for what he had done. Having to smile and pretend to be at ease in his company was almost unbearable.
And now Sookie. With her alluring scent and her golden hair. Her tempting breasts and the promise between her legs, and her headless, stupid bravery.
And he could not allow her to distract him.
For he didn't care about her. He didn't. At all.
Then Edgington had returned, doing his pants up, and had asked Eric to leave them alone. And he had.
And now he is standing here.
Torn.
Alone.
Edgington has just fetched Sookie for a chat.
Sookie, who had been dragged here when Edgington returned, her pale vampire lover boy subdued by one of the King's burly security guards.
They had both expected Eric to do something to save her and he had been able to feel Sookie's chock and anger when he'd merely grinned at Edgington, telling him that he did not know what it was, but that he was sure it was valuable. Laughing at Sookie for believing that she was somehow his equal.
Bill had, foolishly, attacked Edgington. As if. He'd been dragged to the slave quarters and Loreena had stood there, tears in her eyes. But still present enough to snarl at Sookie. Who'd given as good as she got.
And Loreena was lucky that he could not be distracted by her when she bad-mouthed his Maker. That he had to let her live.
He could not let himself be distracted by this. Any of this.
He had to think.
And so he'd let Loreena leave and silenced Sookie with a hand over her mouth and taken her to the library to wait for Edgington who'd have to go placate his little trophy wife. Who'd gotten upset about something.
Sookie kept talking at him though. About how he was betraying her. How she hated him. Big hat, no cattle. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Till he finally snapped and yelled in her face that he did not care about her.
He was torn.
He needed Edgington to save Pam. He was old enough and powerful enough and insane enough to go up against The Magister.
And he needed Edgington to die. Die a thousand times over. Suffer, and suffer endlessly for what he had done. Having to smile and pretend to be at ease in his company was almost unbearable.
And now Sookie. With her alluring scent and her golden hair. Her tempting breasts and the promise between her legs, and her headless, stupid bravery.
And he could not allow her to distract him.
For he didn't care about her. He didn't. At all.
Then Edgington had returned, doing his pants up, and had asked Eric to leave them alone. And he had.
And now he is standing here.
Torn.
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Date: 2014-10-11 07:29 am (UTC)"Oh, just shy of 700 years," he says, arranging his cards.
He then adds with an affectionately beleaguered sigh, "Although sometimes, it feels like seven million."
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Date: 2014-10-11 08:23 am (UTC)When he looks back at Talbot again, his face is almost serious.
Capturing Talbot's eyes.
" I hope, he realizes," he says, voice low and intense, "how lucky he is."
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Date: 2014-10-11 01:14 pm (UTC)But then he's held in Eric's gaze so intently that even as they exchange cards, and even as a mild disturbance occurs in the foyer, Talbot doesn't look away. It seems as though neither of them can.
"Oh, believe me," he says, his tone also low and serious, eyes locked with Eric's, "...he does."
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Date: 2014-10-11 01:21 pm (UTC)"Get your hands off me!" she screams, trying in vain to get out of his grip. "Carlo! Take this," the King says, and Eric slowly turns his head to look at him. At them.
Sookie screams again, "Let go of me," and Edgington says, "And have Timothy bring the car around," to Carlo, ignoring her completely.
He's gotten what he can from her.
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Date: 2014-10-11 01:32 pm (UTC)When Eric turns his head, so does Talbot. Just in time to see the girl being dragged up the stairs (she puts up such a fight; she'd better not scratch the wallpaper) and Russell approaching the doorway.
"Where are you going now?" Talbot asks him. He tries to contain the annoyance that's starting to well up again.
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Date: 2014-10-11 01:38 pm (UTC)Not watching Sookie as she tries to hang on to the bannister.
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Date: 2014-10-11 01:43 pm (UTC)Talbot is really trying. But Russell has had so much business over the past several nights that it might take more than a few minutes of fucking to make up for his absence.
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Date: 2014-10-11 02:02 pm (UTC)Really now. It's almost sweet, the way she carries on.
Edgington folds his hands in front of him and says, "Mr, Northman, would you accompany me this evening?" Looking at Eric. Ignoring Talbot.
As does Eric, shifting his full attention from Talbot to Edgington as he gets to his feet.
"It would be an honor," he replies.
Finally, finally, something is moving along.
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Date: 2014-10-11 02:25 pm (UTC)But then, Russell asks Eric to come with him. And like a shot Eric is on his feet, complying, obeying. Talbot looks back and forth between the two of them with such disbelief that he might get whiplash.
Excuse me, hello, I'm still in the room!
So this is Russell's plan for Eric, is it? To take him along on all his little business trips? While he can stay home as usual and mind the house that Russell barely even pays attention to anymore?
"You never take me anywhere!" he finally bursts out, and he stands up, unable to contain his emotions.
One of which seems to be jealousy.
"Because you prefer to be in the company of sycophants," he continues, glaring at Russell but with a fluttering gesture toward Eric.
He manages to rein it in a little as he approaches Russell, arms folded, simmering with frustration and anger.
"Deep down, my darling, you're a very weak character."
And he storms off upstairs (again), muttering curses in Greek. So much for a quiet evening.
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Date: 2014-10-11 02:42 pm (UTC)Talbots storms off and the King says, "He's in one of his moods," to Eric, again with that confiding air. You know what it's like.
So Eric smiles, resting a finger against his lower lip. Amused. Understanding.
"Well, never mind," the King says, apparently not too concerned about the stage of his marriage this time around.
He steps closer to Eric and says, "We have much more pressing matters at hand," briefly touching him with a couple if fingers, right below his ribcage. "We're gonna see an old friend of yours," he continues and then he turns and leaves and Eric manages to keep the smile in place, till Edgington is gone.
They'll go save Pam. And then, then he'll get his revenge.