imjustawaitress:

thevampireeric:

He looked up at her sadly as she wiped at his face but, despite her efforts, the bloody tears kept coming. His lips were parted as he took in shaky, unnecessary breaths, trying to calm his nerves. His fingers fiddled nervously with his pantleg, trying to get all the blood off his hands. He didn’t really realize or care that he was ruining his expensive suit or that Pam would be upset with him for it. He just stared into her eyes as she spoke.

Eric’s pointless breathing stopped when she asked him to stay. As he continued to stare, his eyes became more hopeful. And, even though she made it clear that nothing would happen between them, he gave a small, sad, grateful smile. “I would love to stay,” he whispered. “Thank you, Sookie.” He bowed his head as he took his shoe off again and placed it gently on the stair next to his other one.

Eric turned his eyes back to her. “Sookie? Do you think I could… listen to your heartbeat again?” His voice was small, his shoulders were rounded in on himself. He was nothing like the Eric that every other creature on this Earth saw. This was a special Eric, reserved just for her.

Sookie gave a slight nod, returning his smile as she watched him take off his shoes. Picking them up and drawing away from him, she went to put them back by the door, next to a pair of hers. She paused when he asked her if he could listen to her heartbeat, and she turned to look over at him. Seeing him this way tugged on her heartstrings, something that she knew wasn’t a good sign. It affected her even more so now because he had all of his memories. This was the Eric that she had known now for months, not the Eric that was vulnerable because his lack of memories. 

Walking to him, she slowly reached out and touched his cheek again, looking into his face, her eyes studying his. Finally, she smiled and nodded, “Of course you can.”

Eric relaxed into her touch slowly. His eyes seemed sad, his mouth was in a small frown. Eric couldn’t decide if he liked being near her or hated it. Seeing her, seeing this house, seeing the places they’d made happy memories together was hard. It seemed like the very furniture was mocking him. Even though he was glad his memory was sharp so he could see the two of them making love on the floor, he hated his remembrances because he could also see Sookie kissing Bill, looking at Bill with tender loving eyes, looking at him, Eric, with contempt and hatred. Why couldn’t his memories just have stayed gone?

The viking rose to his towering height on the stairs. “Shall we to bed?” he asked her softly, holding out his giant hand for her. He wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend intimate, if not sexual, time with her despite the fact that it would torment him later.

imjustawaitress:

thevampireeric:

Take a dance class, preferably several, before you apply to be a dancer in a bar. Specifically, in my bar.

Sincerely,

Eric Northman

…Well. Someone’s in a bad mood.

I certainly am.