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[onceaviking]

Eric's at a table, thoughtfully turning a credit card over in his hand. William Compton had stopped by. With his little human friend. His incredibly tasty little human friend.

His knowledgable, tasty, little human friend.

Having to bolt from the cops had taken hours out of his work night, so he was here now, presumably to work.
Only, he couldn't stop trying to puzzle out the sweet Miss Stackhouse.

He's not at all adversed to being bothered.

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[sidhe_king]

"Because you think I can't fly?" he asks--and in a blink he's standing shirtless, the hood gone in favor of displaying the jeweltoned wings sprouting seamlessly from his back like dragonfly wings, if they were made of precious things.

[onceaviking]

Eric stares at them, one hand moving slowly toward the glittering wings.
Wanting to touch . Amazingly, his urge to bite Fin abates a little, pushed down by the wonder of the wings.

[sidhe_king]

They flit, and swish through the air as he moves his shoulders.

Though, for every inch Eric's hand reaches out Finn leans back, staying out of reach.

[onceaviking]

Eric blinks and returns to the main objective at hand.

"Let me bite you, fairy?" He is striving for a polite request and he mostly succeeds.

[sidhe_king]

"Will you stop when I tell you to this time, vampire?" he asks. "Or do I have to disappear?"

[onceaviking]

Eric grits his teeth. "Yes. Yes, I will stop."

He shouldn't have to. He should be able to do what he pleased with the fairy. And oh, he knows just what he would like to do.

[sidhe_king]

"Then why are you still standing there?" he asks.

[onceaviking]

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