Erik Northman (
onceaviking) wrote in
milliways_bar2019-08-26 07:21 pm
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OOMs and an EP
{It's been a while, but things have gone down now in Louisiana.
Eric is under the spell of the witch and Bill is the host of a Living Dead Alliance Tolerance do.
Sookie to the rescue!
Warnings: blood, violence, casual disregard of human life, the banishment of Puppy!Eric.
Forgotten where we left off a year and a half ago, look here.}
The door opens and a tall, pale vampire wearing light brown pants and a blood soaked, white grandpa shirt walks through.
There's a brief hesitation as he realizes where he is. Then he runs a hand through his hair and proceeds with the assured walk of of someone who knows who he is and knows what he wants.
Eric Northman and someone to eat respectively.
See?
Easy.
Eric is under the spell of the witch and Bill is the host of a Living Dead Alliance Tolerance do.
Sookie to the rescue!
Warnings: blood, violence, casual disregard of human life, the banishment of Puppy!Eric.
Forgotten where we left off a year and a half ago, look here.}
The door opens and a tall, pale vampire wearing light brown pants and a blood soaked, white grandpa shirt walks through.
There's a brief hesitation as he realizes where he is. Then he runs a hand through his hair and proceeds with the assured walk of of someone who knows who he is and knows what he wants.
Eric Northman and someone to eat respectively.
See?
Easy.

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As he heads to the bar, someone catches his eye. And his gaze travels up and up, the bloodied shirt both horrifying and familiar at the same time. And then his jaw drops--
"Eric-!"
It's been a while.
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Then he lifts one eyebrow, just a fraction.
"Emcee."
Someone's back.
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And then it hits like a brick. Or a wave. Or a wave of bricks. In any case, Emcee is stunned, because this-- this is Eric.
He might hyperventilate and pass out if he doesn't calm himself down.
"Herr Northman," he says breathlessly, "is it really you?"
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"Oh yes," he says. "Very much so."
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And...Emcee doesn't know how to feel about that yet.
"Well-- welcome back, darling," he says, his own lips twitching into a smile. And then--
"Fuck, I need a drink."
He quickly turns to the bar and orders a chilled red wine, almost immediately gulping down a mouthful.
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With a note.
Eric takes it, reads it, huffs, and pulls off his blood soaked shirt.
And then he takes his time unfolding the to and putting it on.
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Emcee leans against the bar, wine glass in hand, watching him.
"I'm not here two minutes yet, and already you are giving me palpitations," he accuses him dryly, before taking a more rational sip. "But it is good to see you again."
He knows he's not going to get a good to see you too in return so he continues, "What happened?"
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Eric looks at him and says,"Fairy magic."
Because that's what passes for sane now, apparently.
"Sookie burned me with her - light."
He barely suppresses rolling his eyes.
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"And-- and you have all your memories back?"
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She has gotten new scars from those who've tried, since she saw him last. More than that since she last saw him as himself. Because she can tell the difference; there's no need to ask if he has regained the parts of himself that had been taken from him.
"Should I say 'welcome back'?" asks the baker by the bar, smelling of wheat and barley and rye, of butter and milk and salt, of clean sweat and soap.
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"I'd say so," he replies.
"What are you having?"
He'll pay for it. This once. And that is all the acknowledgement she will get.
For - being useful.
(Helping isn't a word he'd use).
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"You offering?" She raises an eyebrow. "Sangria, then."
She couldn't exactly resist the pun.
Though of the two of them, she likes her drinks light on the sang-.
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The drinks appear and he downs half the bottle in one go.
He is hungry.
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Sunshine's drink is a clearer red than Eric's, and tinged purple with the blood of crushed summer fruits and berries.
Vicious.
"Mind me asking how you got back to yourself?" She's curious what could break a curse laid on a vampire.
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Because fairy light is a thing now.
He takes a smaller so of his TruBlood.
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"Well, light is good for that sort of thing, I suppose," she says with some hesitation.
"Is that as weird an occurrence as it sounds like it is?"
Fairy light?
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He shrugs.
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Eric gives Father Hermann a slow, discreetly fanged smile.
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