[rp log] Grapes of Wrath? | Branwen & Eric
I've created a sixteen year old slut monster and I love it.
Eric nodded gratefully and rocked onto his feet. He made sure he caught Rain’s gaze and gave him a curt nod before ducking out the door back into the night. It was an incredible night, cloudless. The sky was a velvety black and a large full moon pooled pale light over everything. Eric loved full moons. Before the advent of electricity full moons had always reminded him of the sun. When he shut his eyes basking in the light of the full moon, he could almost smell the sun. Almost.
Eric brought himself back to the task at hand: Finding if Branwen was still around. He swiftly turned to the brick wall and scaled it with unnatural ease. He quickly strode across the roof and used the vantage point to survey the area. Ah, yes, there she was. He measured the leap so that he would land nearly soundlessly beside her, seemingly coming out of nowhere.
“Boo.” He said flatly, as he landed beside her.
"HOLY CHRIST!" She yelped, stumbling back and falling to the sidewalk. She had not been expecting that. She stared at Eric, wide eyed and clutching her chest, panting slightly.
"You jerk! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She snapped at him, throwing her hand up so he would help her up. "You should warn a girl."
Eric let out a billowing laugh, picking her up in a movement too quick to follow. He couldn’t quite shake the roguish grin plastered on her face. Sneaking was instinct, and even if he wasn’t stalking real prey it still provided a giddy rush of energy.
“My apologies,” He said through his smile, to amused to mean the words he was saying, “Plans for this evening?”
She stumbled back up to her feet, a grin back on her face. "I suppose I'll forgive you, this time." She snickered, tugging her jeans straight and smoothing out her t-shirt. Once she was sure her clothes weren't ruined, she glanced back up at Eric, brushing her bangs from her face and then reaching back to tighten her pony tail.
"Plans? Not really. I was going to go home and sit on the computer for a while. Why? Do you have plans you'd like to invite me to?" She asked coyly, a playful grin on her lips.
“Unfortunately, I have nothing to offer you,” Eric said with a bit of a pout, “But I am, what’s the expression? Game for anything.”
He shot her a sly grin, “Can you think of any way you’d like to spend the evening?”
She chuckled a bit and rolled her eyes. "All the men in my life are such disappointments." she teased, looping her arm around his as they headed down the street. She hummed a bit as she thought.
"You'd think, for a place with so many supernatural beings who dwell only at night, there'd be more to do. Unfortunately there's like...the movies, or renting a movie, and the beach and the twenty-four hour diners. Not too much to choose from..."
Eric regarded her, considering the lack of nightlife. He considered it for a minute, but it made sense. Supernatural beings were generally anti-social because of their innate fear of being discovered, rooted out, and killed. It was an ever present possibility, and some of them had already made the mistake of dying once… they didn’t care to do it again.
“I’m opening a bar, I think. You’re not old enough, but I will let you in I suppose,” He said with a playful wink and a grin, “As long as you don’t tell.”
"Well ain't you just the sweetest~" She cooed, giggling a bit. "Need a bartender? I got a fake ID and everything. Anything’s better than bouncing between those two stores. Old people and hipsters, no thank you." She huffed.
"Although you opening a bar doesn't solve the problem of having nothing to do tonight, you know. You're not a very good short term problem solver," she said with a slight giggle.
“Of course, I’ll be happy to employ you,” He smirked. Even with a fake idea, Branwen was so obviously not 21 that it was slightly ridiculous, but Eric really didn’t care that much. He remembered back in the day when barmaids were just the kids of the barkeep and could be any age as long as they could walk and carry drinks.
“Hmm, we could… sling shot grapes at passing cars from the rooftops?” Eric offered.
"And you're...how old again?" She asked, laughing a bit at him. "The rooftops, eh? Well, we might as well. I haven't been up there yet, and I hear the City looks really good from that height. Sure, let's sling shot grapes. What an adventure!" She chuckled.
Eric smirked at her acceptance of his rather childish idea. Now they needed rubber bands and grapes.
“Should I fly you up there so you can enjoy the view while you wait for me to go get the… needed supplies?” Eric asked, preemptively closing the small gap between them and getting a better grip on her.
Branwen was nothing if she was not childish. Her grin showed her obvious excitement and she held onto him a fraction tighter. "You can fly? You're my new favourite." She informed him with a slight giggle. "Take me away, Superman."
Eric beamed a bit at being called her favourite, but the Superman reference was mostly lost on him… he was some kind of crime fighting super human, right?
Gathering his energy he hovered off the ground and quickly flew up to one of the roofs, the chilly night wind ruffling through their clothes as it whipped by. In seconds their feet came to rest on the flat roof of one of the tall brick buildings that lined both sides of the street.
“I’ll be right back,” Eric assured her before casually stepping back off the roof and dropping gracefully down to street level. The second he landed he took off towards a grocery store he’d seen near the cemetery at a speed too fast for human eyes. The span of his absence was close to a minute and a half before he suddenly reappeared on the roof, having purchased rubber bands and grapes and sprinting back.
Eric gave Branwen an evil grin then laid down on the roof, resting his chest and elbows on the slightly raised side. He motioned for Branwen to do the same then took a rubber band and made a sling shot out of it using his thumb and pointer finger. He settled a grape in the center of the rubber band and as a car pulled away from the stop sign he let the grape fly, nailing the car on the front windshield. A shocked expression and the squeal of tires as the driver swerved slightly was the reward. Eric snickered and once again beamed a smile at Branwen.
As they had lifted into the air, Branwen had let out a soft sound of utter delight. Flying was a totally new experience to her. She only knew a few beings who could fly, Zee and Castiel. Zee was too lazy to take her flying, and she'd never ask him, and Castiel was a jerk off for an angel and she wasn't quite she if she found him more fascinating or annoying.
When their feet touched the ground, she took a quick glance around as she loosened her grip on Eric. She was so enthralled by the sights that she barely heard him tell her she'd be right back. She merely nodded and made a slight sound of recognition that he'd even spoken at all as her wide eyes took in the sights.
In the time Eric was gone Branwen realized two things. The City at night, when viewed from this vantage point was probably one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. The other thing was that she really hated the cold and was going to start wearing sweaters wherever she went. It wasn't that cold, but she was used to constant fire and warmth.
When Eric did return, she shot him back the same evil grin, but with a bit of a flirtatious undertone to it. She followed his lead, settling down on the roof and watching him shoot a grape at a car. She couldn't help but laugh at the startled driver. "For someone your age, you sure act like a child." she informed him gleefully as she picked up her own rubber band and a grape.
“Ah, the key to happiness is never getting old…” Eric told her using a mocking and over the top sagely voice, “Didn’t you ever read that children’s book? Peter Pan?”
He turned and looked at her seriously, his eyes locking onto hers, “Anyway, I have a theory. When you live a very long time you start out childish and naïve. You enjoy things because they are new. Then as you age, you learn you have responsibilities and you begin to act like an adult. Then there is a third part, you realize that all those things you took so seriously are actually not that critical and you go back to having fun simply because you can.”
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He tore his eyes away from hers, slightly embarrassed by his long winded explanation, and looked back down at the street, pegging another car and watching the driver look in astonishment and horror at the exploded fruit on his windshield.
"I can't say I've ever read the book...but I saw the movie," She offered with a small grin before turning her gaze downwards. Instead of pegging a car, she aimed her grape at a couple passing by below them. She hit the young woman and couldn't hold in her mischievous giggles.
After that she returned her gaze to Eric as he explained, very seriously, why he was so childish. She couldn't bring herself to look away from him, and instead just nodded a bit in understanding, grinning the entire time. When he looked away she continued to stare at him for a few moments before watching the grape he shot explode across the windshield.
"Well either way, I'm glad your fun and not some stuck up old vampire who can't even bear to smile...like in the story books." She said, picking up another grape. But instead of shooting it at someone or something right away, she leaned over and kissed Eric's cheek. Then she turned her attention back to the street and shot her grape at a stray cat.
It was Eric’s turn to gaze at her. She’d kissed him. That made things complicated. It meant there was a choice to be made: reciprocate or ignore. He’d kissed her before, but that had been different. He’d been keeping her glamoured, under a spell. This, would not be necessity. Who was he kidding? Every time this decision cropped up he’d always made the same choice. Even when the choice meant trouble, which this one most likely did.
He reached out and gently brushed his fingers through her hair, turning her face towards him. He leaned in and paused, close enough to feel her breath on his lips. So human. He then closed the gap pressing his lips against hers, waiting for her to respond, or to reject. The decision was hers now.
Honestly that had been the last thing Branwen had been expecting in return. Usually the reaction she got was a slightly scolding look. But then, that was Dean and this was Eric. There was a distinct difference between a human hunter and a thousand year old vampire.
She hesitated only a heart beat before letting her eyes close and leaning her body forward, accepting the kiss easily. She wasn’t sure where this would go, but she was the type to leap without looking. That was half the fun of living, now wasn’t it?
Eric felt the corner of his lips twitch upward in a smug smile as she leaned into his kiss. Good choice. He parted his lips slightly, letting his tongue lightly brush her mouth. Another question, and it needed another answer.
Oddly, in the heat of the moment, Rain’s warning swam through his head, which he found was odd, and quickly batted it away. Eric was pretty sure this girl was in control of her demon just as much as he was in control of his; it was barely contained, lurking under the surface waiting and begging to be let out to rip someone apart. Whatever, as long as they were both on the same page.
She parted her lips for him, tipping her head slightly. She lifted one hand, cupping his face, pulling him a little closer as they kissed. She kissed him until she had to pull away. Her disadvantage was she still had to do that pesky breathing thing.
She stared at him a moment before a slight giggle escaped her and she lowered her head to hid the slight blush the crept over her cheeks. After a moment she looked back up, a quirky little grin on her lips. “Well, it’s good to know that over the years you’ve gotten really good at kissing.”
“With little else to do, you have to pick one thing to practice and excel at,” He smirked cockily.
In a movement too quick to follow he gently tackled Branwen onto her back, sliding easily on top of her. With one arm supporting himself and the other cradling her head, keeping it off the slightly dirty roof, he leaned back in and kissed a trail up her neck, nipping it lightly. He moved his attentions back to her mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip gently before kissing her again. The kiss was anything but gentle, anticipation and desire finally wearing at his teasing patience.
Branwen let out a slightly started sound, more at his swiftness than anything else. She recovered with a small, girly giggle, tipping her head back a bit as he kissed along her neck. When Eric’s attention returned back to her lips, she wrapped one arm around his neck, kissing him back with an equalled fierceness.
This wasn’t how she’d imagined spending her night, but considering the alternatives, she decided she preferred this much more to anything else. Life was an adventure, and Eric, he was an adventure and a half. She was getting chills just thinking about it.
Eric moaned into the kiss as Branwen matched his intensity, the kiss turning feral and wild. Eric suddenly broke the kiss mouth still open but in a gasp of pain. Pleasure was being dissolved by a growing painful burning. Eric felt the familiar, panicky tingle. Dawn was close and although he was liking how heated this was getting he wasn’t ready to burst into flames. He unwound his arms from around Branwen, showering her with apologetic kisses.
“I,” Eric said unemotionally, the pain was sobering. Looking deeply regretfully and somewhat annoyed, Eric continued, “This will have to be continued… soon. The sun is rising and I have to get to the cemetery. Let me help you down?”
Eric nodded gratefully and rocked onto his feet. He made sure he caught Rain’s gaze and gave him a curt nod before ducking out the door back into the night. It was an incredible night, cloudless. The sky was a velvety black and a large full moon pooled pale light over everything. Eric loved full moons. Before the advent of electricity full moons had always reminded him of the sun. When he shut his eyes basking in the light of the full moon, he could almost smell the sun. Almost.
Eric brought himself back to the task at hand: Finding if Branwen was still around. He swiftly turned to the brick wall and scaled it with unnatural ease. He quickly strode across the roof and used the vantage point to survey the area. Ah, yes, there she was. He measured the leap so that he would land nearly soundlessly beside her, seemingly coming out of nowhere.
“Boo.” He said flatly, as he landed beside her.
"HOLY CHRIST!" She yelped, stumbling back and falling to the sidewalk. She had not been expecting that. She stared at Eric, wide eyed and clutching her chest, panting slightly.
"You jerk! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She snapped at him, throwing her hand up so he would help her up. "You should warn a girl."
Eric let out a billowing laugh, picking her up in a movement too quick to follow. He couldn’t quite shake the roguish grin plastered on her face. Sneaking was instinct, and even if he wasn’t stalking real prey it still provided a giddy rush of energy.
“My apologies,” He said through his smile, to amused to mean the words he was saying, “Plans for this evening?”
She stumbled back up to her feet, a grin back on her face. "I suppose I'll forgive you, this time." She snickered, tugging her jeans straight and smoothing out her t-shirt. Once she was sure her clothes weren't ruined, she glanced back up at Eric, brushing her bangs from her face and then reaching back to tighten her pony tail.
"Plans? Not really. I was going to go home and sit on the computer for a while. Why? Do you have plans you'd like to invite me to?" She asked coyly, a playful grin on her lips.
“Unfortunately, I have nothing to offer you,” Eric said with a bit of a pout, “But I am, what’s the expression? Game for anything.”
He shot her a sly grin, “Can you think of any way you’d like to spend the evening?”
She chuckled a bit and rolled her eyes. "All the men in my life are such disappointments." she teased, looping her arm around his as they headed down the street. She hummed a bit as she thought.
"You'd think, for a place with so many supernatural beings who dwell only at night, there'd be more to do. Unfortunately there's like...the movies, or renting a movie, and the beach and the twenty-four hour diners. Not too much to choose from..."
Eric regarded her, considering the lack of nightlife. He considered it for a minute, but it made sense. Supernatural beings were generally anti-social because of their innate fear of being discovered, rooted out, and killed. It was an ever present possibility, and some of them had already made the mistake of dying once… they didn’t care to do it again.
“I’m opening a bar, I think. You’re not old enough, but I will let you in I suppose,” He said with a playful wink and a grin, “As long as you don’t tell.”
"Well ain't you just the sweetest~" She cooed, giggling a bit. "Need a bartender? I got a fake ID and everything. Anything’s better than bouncing between those two stores. Old people and hipsters, no thank you." She huffed.
"Although you opening a bar doesn't solve the problem of having nothing to do tonight, you know. You're not a very good short term problem solver," she said with a slight giggle.
“Of course, I’ll be happy to employ you,” He smirked. Even with a fake idea, Branwen was so obviously not 21 that it was slightly ridiculous, but Eric really didn’t care that much. He remembered back in the day when barmaids were just the kids of the barkeep and could be any age as long as they could walk and carry drinks.
“Hmm, we could… sling shot grapes at passing cars from the rooftops?” Eric offered.
"And you're...how old again?" She asked, laughing a bit at him. "The rooftops, eh? Well, we might as well. I haven't been up there yet, and I hear the City looks really good from that height. Sure, let's sling shot grapes. What an adventure!" She chuckled.
Eric smirked at her acceptance of his rather childish idea. Now they needed rubber bands and grapes.
“Should I fly you up there so you can enjoy the view while you wait for me to go get the… needed supplies?” Eric asked, preemptively closing the small gap between them and getting a better grip on her.
Branwen was nothing if she was not childish. Her grin showed her obvious excitement and she held onto him a fraction tighter. "You can fly? You're my new favourite." She informed him with a slight giggle. "Take me away, Superman."
Eric beamed a bit at being called her favourite, but the Superman reference was mostly lost on him… he was some kind of crime fighting super human, right?
Gathering his energy he hovered off the ground and quickly flew up to one of the roofs, the chilly night wind ruffling through their clothes as it whipped by. In seconds their feet came to rest on the flat roof of one of the tall brick buildings that lined both sides of the street.
“I’ll be right back,” Eric assured her before casually stepping back off the roof and dropping gracefully down to street level. The second he landed he took off towards a grocery store he’d seen near the cemetery at a speed too fast for human eyes. The span of his absence was close to a minute and a half before he suddenly reappeared on the roof, having purchased rubber bands and grapes and sprinting back.
Eric gave Branwen an evil grin then laid down on the roof, resting his chest and elbows on the slightly raised side. He motioned for Branwen to do the same then took a rubber band and made a sling shot out of it using his thumb and pointer finger. He settled a grape in the center of the rubber band and as a car pulled away from the stop sign he let the grape fly, nailing the car on the front windshield. A shocked expression and the squeal of tires as the driver swerved slightly was the reward. Eric snickered and once again beamed a smile at Branwen.
As they had lifted into the air, Branwen had let out a soft sound of utter delight. Flying was a totally new experience to her. She only knew a few beings who could fly, Zee and Castiel. Zee was too lazy to take her flying, and she'd never ask him, and Castiel was a jerk off for an angel and she wasn't quite she if she found him more fascinating or annoying.
When their feet touched the ground, she took a quick glance around as she loosened her grip on Eric. She was so enthralled by the sights that she barely heard him tell her she'd be right back. She merely nodded and made a slight sound of recognition that he'd even spoken at all as her wide eyes took in the sights.
In the time Eric was gone Branwen realized two things. The City at night, when viewed from this vantage point was probably one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. The other thing was that she really hated the cold and was going to start wearing sweaters wherever she went. It wasn't that cold, but she was used to constant fire and warmth.
When Eric did return, she shot him back the same evil grin, but with a bit of a flirtatious undertone to it. She followed his lead, settling down on the roof and watching him shoot a grape at a car. She couldn't help but laugh at the startled driver. "For someone your age, you sure act like a child." she informed him gleefully as she picked up her own rubber band and a grape.
“Ah, the key to happiness is never getting old…” Eric told her using a mocking and over the top sagely voice, “Didn’t you ever read that children’s book? Peter Pan?”
He turned and looked at her seriously, his eyes locking onto hers, “Anyway, I have a theory. When you live a very long time you start out childish and naïve. You enjoy things because they are new. Then as you age, you learn you have responsibilities and you begin to act like an adult. Then there is a third part, you realize that all those things you took so seriously are actually not that critical and you go back to having fun simply because you can.”
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He tore his eyes away from hers, slightly embarrassed by his long winded explanation, and looked back down at the street, pegging another car and watching the driver look in astonishment and horror at the exploded fruit on his windshield.
"I can't say I've ever read the book...but I saw the movie," She offered with a small grin before turning her gaze downwards. Instead of pegging a car, she aimed her grape at a couple passing by below them. She hit the young woman and couldn't hold in her mischievous giggles.
After that she returned her gaze to Eric as he explained, very seriously, why he was so childish. She couldn't bring herself to look away from him, and instead just nodded a bit in understanding, grinning the entire time. When he looked away she continued to stare at him for a few moments before watching the grape he shot explode across the windshield.
"Well either way, I'm glad your fun and not some stuck up old vampire who can't even bear to smile...like in the story books." She said, picking up another grape. But instead of shooting it at someone or something right away, she leaned over and kissed Eric's cheek. Then she turned her attention back to the street and shot her grape at a stray cat.
It was Eric’s turn to gaze at her. She’d kissed him. That made things complicated. It meant there was a choice to be made: reciprocate or ignore. He’d kissed her before, but that had been different. He’d been keeping her glamoured, under a spell. This, would not be necessity. Who was he kidding? Every time this decision cropped up he’d always made the same choice. Even when the choice meant trouble, which this one most likely did.
He reached out and gently brushed his fingers through her hair, turning her face towards him. He leaned in and paused, close enough to feel her breath on his lips. So human. He then closed the gap pressing his lips against hers, waiting for her to respond, or to reject. The decision was hers now.
Honestly that had been the last thing Branwen had been expecting in return. Usually the reaction she got was a slightly scolding look. But then, that was Dean and this was Eric. There was a distinct difference between a human hunter and a thousand year old vampire.
She hesitated only a heart beat before letting her eyes close and leaning her body forward, accepting the kiss easily. She wasn’t sure where this would go, but she was the type to leap without looking. That was half the fun of living, now wasn’t it?
Eric felt the corner of his lips twitch upward in a smug smile as she leaned into his kiss. Good choice. He parted his lips slightly, letting his tongue lightly brush her mouth. Another question, and it needed another answer.
Oddly, in the heat of the moment, Rain’s warning swam through his head, which he found was odd, and quickly batted it away. Eric was pretty sure this girl was in control of her demon just as much as he was in control of his; it was barely contained, lurking under the surface waiting and begging to be let out to rip someone apart. Whatever, as long as they were both on the same page.
She parted her lips for him, tipping her head slightly. She lifted one hand, cupping his face, pulling him a little closer as they kissed. She kissed him until she had to pull away. Her disadvantage was she still had to do that pesky breathing thing.
She stared at him a moment before a slight giggle escaped her and she lowered her head to hid the slight blush the crept over her cheeks. After a moment she looked back up, a quirky little grin on her lips. “Well, it’s good to know that over the years you’ve gotten really good at kissing.”
“With little else to do, you have to pick one thing to practice and excel at,” He smirked cockily.
In a movement too quick to follow he gently tackled Branwen onto her back, sliding easily on top of her. With one arm supporting himself and the other cradling her head, keeping it off the slightly dirty roof, he leaned back in and kissed a trail up her neck, nipping it lightly. He moved his attentions back to her mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip gently before kissing her again. The kiss was anything but gentle, anticipation and desire finally wearing at his teasing patience.
Branwen let out a slightly started sound, more at his swiftness than anything else. She recovered with a small, girly giggle, tipping her head back a bit as he kissed along her neck. When Eric’s attention returned back to her lips, she wrapped one arm around his neck, kissing him back with an equalled fierceness.
This wasn’t how she’d imagined spending her night, but considering the alternatives, she decided she preferred this much more to anything else. Life was an adventure, and Eric, he was an adventure and a half. She was getting chills just thinking about it.
Eric moaned into the kiss as Branwen matched his intensity, the kiss turning feral and wild. Eric suddenly broke the kiss mouth still open but in a gasp of pain. Pleasure was being dissolved by a growing painful burning. Eric felt the familiar, panicky tingle. Dawn was close and although he was liking how heated this was getting he wasn’t ready to burst into flames. He unwound his arms from around Branwen, showering her with apologetic kisses.
“I,” Eric said unemotionally, the pain was sobering. Looking deeply regretfully and somewhat annoyed, Eric continued, “This will have to be continued… soon. The sun is rising and I have to get to the cemetery. Let me help you down?”