Prompt Table 005: Eternal
Who: Eric and Didi
What: Commiserating.
When: Night time, at some random possible point in the future.
Where: That Gold City Type Deal, in the park.
Why: dontfearmebaby needed her some Swede. See what I mean?
Just because you have a close personal relationship with death, doesn't mean that you expect to have a close personal relationship with Death. It's just that simple.
Or that complicated. Eric couldn't quite tell. Toying with his glass of blood as he sat at a small table, looking at the woman across from him, he genuinely had no idea. El Dorado was filled with people of all types, he'd come to find. From the vampires, to the aliens, to the humans, to the humans with abilities, and thensome.
Honestly, it had gotten somewhat ridiculous. But it didn't seem to stop the city from filling itself to the brim with their ever evolving cast of characters.
But Death herself, that was setting a bar. And while their relationship since Eric had met her might not be close, in a manner of speaking, it was still personal to him. Strange as she was, he still talked with her. Which never ceased to carry at least a hint of awkwardness to it, but kept happening just the same.
And to someone who'd spent most of his life with death in one form or another -- and would carry her and all she meant with him for however long he lived, whether he left El Dorado some day or not -- it was difficult for it not to be personal. Or for Eric to keep his own feelings in check on the subject.
But he did it. On the surface, anyway. Which was what mattered.
She was far from what he'd expected, but Didi had mentioned something about getting that a lot. Since she'd said that without any prompting what so ever on his part, he had to believe her.
Some things, though, were pushing it.
"That's melodramatic."
"Gee, thanks."
"You're welcome." The corner of Eric's lips lifted in a smirk, and he raised the glass to his lips, sipping it. This was another thing that was getting old. It'd been too long since he'd drank properly from a human, willing or otherwise.
But they weren't talking about that right now.
Didi scoffed at his smirk, opening up her bottle of water and giving a small smile that lacked in comparison to the ones prior before she took a drink. "It's true, though."
"One fuck--"
"Do you have to talk like that?"
"Yes," Eric didn't miss a beat, and promptly continued. "And that's it. They're marked for death."
Didi nodded. "Yep." She smiled again, this time brighter, but forced. "Here's to it." She raised her bottle, and drank.
The vampire sat back, tilting his head some at the new information. "Well." He said slowly, setting his glass down onto the table. And after a moment, he found that was all he really had to say. What else could you say?
She laughed, fixing the hat on top of her head and kicking back herself. "Makes your Sookie problems seem a little less lousy, doesn't it?"
"Not at all." He replied with a dismissive wave. "Different animal." And eternally frustrating.
"Really."
"Really." Eric repeated, and shrugged. "Actually, there really aren't any Sookie problems. She is content with her current opinion of me, and while she is here, she's not in any danger." He really had more problems with that lunatic he'd been forced to share a room with than he had with Sookie.
Didi rolled her eyes at him, looking out at the park beyond, and how different it was compared to when she'd been there during the day. As soon as night fell, this was Eric's world. And at least he was comfortable here. Even if it was on his own.
Something they both shared.
"Whatever you say."
Eric shrugged again, another dismissal of anything he should or might already be feeling, because it didn't matter. Nor did the knowledge that though there really wasn't A Sookie Problem, there was still A Sookie Problem.
There was always A Sookie Problem.
"So." He said casually, snatching up his glass and finishing off the last of the blood inside it. He eyed the red stained emptiness, and shook his head. Definitely far too long since there'd been blood from an actual body. "Is there anyone around that is making this forced abstinence particularly difficult?"
One thing he did enjoy about their 'relationship'; There was no part of being able to make Death blush that wasn't funny.
Didi shifted in her seat like a sixteen year old about to confess a deep secret, and nodded. "Yeah, there kind of is."
Eric smirked. "Does he like you?" He lifted an eyebrow, returning his glass to its place on the table again.
"I don't know, maybe?"
"If he does, I pity him."
She blinked. She blinked again. And even Didi, for all her smiles and optimism, had to glare over that one. "You're awful, you know that?"
Again, Eric didn't miss a beat. "Yes."
Didi sighed, sagging back into her chair. "It never ends." She muttered, losing her smile for a moment as she stared at her water bottle.
To that, Eric found himself losing his smirk. He looked back down at his glass, and like Didi, found his mind turning back to one person.
"No." He said finally. "It doesn't."
What: Commiserating.
When: Night time, at some random possible point in the future.
Where: That Gold City Type Deal, in the park.
Why: dontfearmebaby needed her some Swede. See what I mean?
Just because you have a close personal relationship with death, doesn't mean that you expect to have a close personal relationship with Death. It's just that simple.
Or that complicated. Eric couldn't quite tell. Toying with his glass of blood as he sat at a small table, looking at the woman across from him, he genuinely had no idea. El Dorado was filled with people of all types, he'd come to find. From the vampires, to the aliens, to the humans, to the humans with abilities, and thensome.
Honestly, it had gotten somewhat ridiculous. But it didn't seem to stop the city from filling itself to the brim with their ever evolving cast of characters.
But Death herself, that was setting a bar. And while their relationship since Eric had met her might not be close, in a manner of speaking, it was still personal to him. Strange as she was, he still talked with her. Which never ceased to carry at least a hint of awkwardness to it, but kept happening just the same.
And to someone who'd spent most of his life with death in one form or another -- and would carry her and all she meant with him for however long he lived, whether he left El Dorado some day or not -- it was difficult for it not to be personal. Or for Eric to keep his own feelings in check on the subject.
But he did it. On the surface, anyway. Which was what mattered.
She was far from what he'd expected, but Didi had mentioned something about getting that a lot. Since she'd said that without any prompting what so ever on his part, he had to believe her.
Some things, though, were pushing it.
"That's melodramatic."
"Gee, thanks."
"You're welcome." The corner of Eric's lips lifted in a smirk, and he raised the glass to his lips, sipping it. This was another thing that was getting old. It'd been too long since he'd drank properly from a human, willing or otherwise.
But they weren't talking about that right now.
Didi scoffed at his smirk, opening up her bottle of water and giving a small smile that lacked in comparison to the ones prior before she took a drink. "It's true, though."
"One fuck--"
"Do you have to talk like that?"
"Yes," Eric didn't miss a beat, and promptly continued. "And that's it. They're marked for death."
Didi nodded. "Yep." She smiled again, this time brighter, but forced. "Here's to it." She raised her bottle, and drank.
The vampire sat back, tilting his head some at the new information. "Well." He said slowly, setting his glass down onto the table. And after a moment, he found that was all he really had to say. What else could you say?
She laughed, fixing the hat on top of her head and kicking back herself. "Makes your Sookie problems seem a little less lousy, doesn't it?"
"Not at all." He replied with a dismissive wave. "Different animal." And eternally frustrating.
"Really."
"Really." Eric repeated, and shrugged. "Actually, there really aren't any Sookie problems. She is content with her current opinion of me, and while she is here, she's not in any danger." He really had more problems with that lunatic he'd been forced to share a room with than he had with Sookie.
Didi rolled her eyes at him, looking out at the park beyond, and how different it was compared to when she'd been there during the day. As soon as night fell, this was Eric's world. And at least he was comfortable here. Even if it was on his own.
Something they both shared.
"Whatever you say."
Eric shrugged again, another dismissal of anything he should or might already be feeling, because it didn't matter. Nor did the knowledge that though there really wasn't A Sookie Problem, there was still A Sookie Problem.
There was always A Sookie Problem.
"So." He said casually, snatching up his glass and finishing off the last of the blood inside it. He eyed the red stained emptiness, and shook his head. Definitely far too long since there'd been blood from an actual body. "Is there anyone around that is making this forced abstinence particularly difficult?"
One thing he did enjoy about their 'relationship'; There was no part of being able to make Death blush that wasn't funny.
Didi shifted in her seat like a sixteen year old about to confess a deep secret, and nodded. "Yeah, there kind of is."
Eric smirked. "Does he like you?" He lifted an eyebrow, returning his glass to its place on the table again.
"I don't know, maybe?"
"If he does, I pity him."
She blinked. She blinked again. And even Didi, for all her smiles and optimism, had to glare over that one. "You're awful, you know that?"
Again, Eric didn't miss a beat. "Yes."
Didi sighed, sagging back into her chair. "It never ends." She muttered, losing her smile for a moment as she stared at her water bottle.
To that, Eric found himself losing his smirk. He looked back down at his glass, and like Didi, found his mind turning back to one person.
"No." He said finally. "It doesn't."