Eirik&#x27;s Lair

A call home

Willow knew exactly what was on Eirik’s mind as he pulled out, letting the last of his weight sink on to her in the hopes that he could somehow pin her down so as not to let her run away. Not that she would and to prove her need to be beneath him she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed tight, hugging his large, heavy frame. She needed that closeness as well, no way would she be leaving. Not now, not ever. Not unless he asked her to. She could feel his emotional grid ripping her apart from his own anxiety and horrible memories and she couldn’t take him feeling like that any more.

When Eirik spoke to her, his words although broken were so pure and raw that even without the grid she knew he meant them. “Shh”, she whispered against his ear before letting her lips wander across his jaw line to brush against his own lips. Silencing him with the soft kiss that she placed there. “I love you too, Eirik. I always have and I Always will.” and she meant it.. Nothing in the world mattered more to her then Eirik. It was always him, for her. She never needed anything else. “I love you so much.” and then she kissed him again, harder then the last time. She let all her love for him flow through the kiss, using her emotional manipulation to let him feel it all, unhinged.

#paras #she's such a sympath :D

The wolf blinked almost desperately as her emotions assaulted his mind, the power behind the thoughts, behind the feelings making him almost falter and he was grateful he was lying down. "I...I don't understand how you could...how you could love this shell of mine...But...I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world, your love...I would never trade it," he whispered again, trailing soft kisses along her neck, licking over the spot where he had left his mark, caressing her skin again. This wasn't about sex, this was about them being together, taking safety from the shared body heat, the shared sensations. In a swift moment he got off from her, pulling her into his arms as he curled up around her. "If you tell anyone I'm a cuddler, I'll deny it to my death,' he murmured, the smile clear in his voice. A soft, content sigh left his swollen lips as he pulled her even closer, a sudden need to protect her forever coursing through his veins.

"I realize how much we missed...how much I missed, seeing you as a stranger each time...I can't...don't take that road again, Willow..."His hand traced patterns on her skin, in a language that had been lost through the strands of time, a language that he was sure he was the only one to speak. They spelled out a single word, mine, like somehow that would brand itself in her skin, keeping her safe from everyone that would try to harm her. A new pattern formed as the word love replaced the possessive statement from before and he fought hard to hide the smirk on his face.

A call home

Willow came down off her high with tremors of pleasure rippling through her. But they didn’t stop, he didn’t stop and she could feel her screams strengthen and her body tremble and squirm under her man. The pain of his bite turned to pleasure as it moved down her body and an overwhelming urge for him to do it again took over. She needed to be his, for the world to know she belonged to this man.

Her back arched as he kneaded her sensitive breasts and then the most luscious, most intoxicating scent of dark spices filled the room, penetrating her soul as he penetrated her. That was the moment she knew it was all worth it, the wait, the longing, the pain. It was all worth it to finally have him. “I love you too, Eiril.” She moaned with all the emotions she could muster as he slid into her deeper.

When he was finally spent, he rested his head on the pillow, next to hers, his body covering her slender one, their sweat mingling over their heated skin. With a last stroke of her breasts, he pulled out, but didn't move otherwise, needing to feel her close, needing to feel like she wouldn't suddenly disappear when she realized how revolting he was. It was hilarious how the past could rear its ugly head in a moment such as that one, the imprint left on his skin by those that had shown him just how feeble he could be, burning through his flesh, branding itself on his soul. He didn't say a word, even as his body trembled slightly, his arms going around her to pull her closer.

"Will...my Will...I'm sorry...I love you..." He wasn't sure what exactly he was apologizing for, but definitely not for what just happened between them. It was a mix of an apology for all the times he had failed her, forgetting what they had shared, what they had gone through for centuries, for the times when he had failed as a man, when the demons had him. He apologized for all that and more, even if he wasn't even aware of saying it. "I love you," he called out again, the scent becoming stronger as his fingers gently caressed her face, taking in every detail of her perfect features. "I love you..." he added with a smile, planting a small kiss on her red lips.

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Willow whimpered, her body arching and her hips bucking uncontrollably. His voice was smooth and low, almost guttural and when he shushed her, the power that rippled off of him and washed over her made her want to be dead silent. With every “Shhh” Her body ached more for his commands. He was so utterly sexy and when he growled? She lost all grasp on reality.

Until he entered her. His length filling her up completely and then some. A scream escaped her lips and her back arched to almost breaking underneath him. “You are mine, Willow…mine and no one else’s…Forever,” The words pierced though the pleasure filled haze in Willows mind and she screamed even louder as he took her. She couldn’t hold it any more and her orgasm slammed into her, hard. Her hands raked down Eirik’s thick forearms, and locked on. Leaving long, red marks before digging into his skin as she screamed louder, riding out the wave..

Hearing her scream, he stopped momentarily, wondering if he had hurt her, but the fact that they were screams of pleasure registered and a smile split his face as he continued to pump inside of her, using his lips to trap her mouth into an almost endless kiss. "My beautiful princess..." His tongue moved lower, his teeth grazing her cheeks until he reached her neck and he started kissing it slowly at first, only to gradually increase the motion of his lips until he was sure a bruise would be left behind. A mark, his mark.

Feeling her walls closing in around his length he allowed his body to take control, his mind going blank as waves of pleasure rolled over him. A strange scent filled the room and for a moment he was confused until he realized what it was. Wolves mated for life and through that scent he was marking her as his. The scent of bonding, he was hers forever now and she was the only one he would ever love. His movements became sluggish as he rode his orgasm, his hands trapping her breasts, rubbing them with each of his slow thrusts, needing to hear her screams again. "I love you," he murmured against her long hair, his mouth brushing against her ear. Please love me back, was his thought, knowing that he was unworthy of her, so unworthy that what they had just done seemed like a horrible violation of her innocence and purity.

A call home

“You say that like it’s a threat. It’s not. I want you to keep me, I want to run away with you, I want to hide from the world and be yours and only yours.” She said in a low, completely serious tone. Her eyes never left his, it was like she was enthralled by his power and animalistic nature. He consumed her entire being. Willow lifted her hips, helping him to pull away the rest of her clothing, hating being blocked by it. All she wanted was to feel his skin against hers.

She whimpered slightly as Eirik got up and away from her, hating the distance between them. She needed him back here with her, as close to her as possible. Her eyes never left his body, however as she took in every move he made. A moan escaped her lips as she watched him disrobe, her body’s desire for him taking over. “God yes.” She answered hungrily. He climbed back over her and before she knew it his lips were on her clit. Her hips bucked up against his face and the fingers that entered her became her undoing. If he didn’t stop she was going to lose herself to the moment, she could already feel the orgasm building, strengthened by her years of desire for him.

"Shhh," he murmured softly against the soft folds that seemed to swell under his touch, his tongue relishing her taste, caressing and demanding at the same time. When she started bucking her hips he could feel his erection harden, the need to enter her becoming more and more pressing with each passing moment. "Shh," he called out again softly, moving his lips up and down over her clit, not stopping the rapid movements of his hand. She was so ready and wet for him that it almost made him lose control, allowing his baser instincts to take over.

"Willow...my willow," he whispered again, moving on top of her, his tongue slowly tracing patterns until he reached her lips, his fingers still pumping, until he pressed his mouth over hers, entering her in a swift motion, replacing his fingers with his cock, a loud moan of desire and need escaping his lips as he continued to kiss her. "You are mine, Willow...mine and no one else's...Forever," he told her against her swollen lips, before trapping her into a kiss, his hips bucking hard between her thighs, his growls and moans increasing as he could feel her body ready to find it's release.

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Willow squealed when she was suddenly pushed onto her back, Eirik resting ontop of her. God did she love the feel of his weight on her, pinning her down. Nothing had ever felt more real to her then him in that moment. She squirmed under him at the feel of his lips trailing down her body. It was something she’d only ever dreamed of before and now that it was finally happening she almost couldn’t take it. Her arousal was interrupted only for a moment as Eirik looked down at her with a sheepish grin and she couldn’t help but giggled. “Please don’t. I don’t want another.” She said through another giggle. She’d just steal his shirt later.

Willow was brought back to the present by the feel of Eiriks fingers over her now throbbing clit, his lips over her hardened nipples and all she could do was scream. Her back arched under his large frame and her fingers locked in her hair. “oh Sweet Jesus yes, I want this Eirik!” she pleaded as her body strained for more.

"I might keep you like this forever...naked, in this bed," he whispered pulling away from her only to admire her perfect shapes, her scream of pleasure still ringing in his ears. "Beautiful...simply beautiful...I could quote poems and sonnets and compare you to the sun and moon, but you are beyond all of that." With a gentleness that wasn't characteristic to his kind, he removed the rest of her clothing, her perfectly sculpted body seemingly glowing in the dim light of the room.

Moving off the bed, he slowly, almost agonizingly so, removed his clothes, one by one, until he was standing naked before her, a small, nearly shy smile on his face. "Enjoying the view, Will?" With an animalistic growl, he was back on top of her, his mouth devouring her skin inch by inch, pressing kisses from her neck to her stomach, only stopping for a moment to wink at her as he used his hand to spread her legs, exposing her clit. "Let's see how you enjoy this," he murmured, knowing he was becoming harder with each passing moment, knowing that he wanted to get inside her, but still wanting to give her the pleasure he felt she deserved. Lowering his lips over her core, he gave them a tentative flick of his tongue, before sucking at her folds, wanting to hear her scream again. Biting gently, he pushed one of his fingers inside her, pumping slowly in time with the moves of his lips.

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Willow trembled in his arms, he felt so good wrapped around her and his voice was this deep, low rumble that made her long to hear it again, over and over, for as long as she could. The sound was such a lullabye to her. The feel of him against her was even better. As a wolf, he ran hot and she loved it, she always loved being near him for that reason. Then those three words penetrated her thoughts and made her gasp in shock.. She looked up into his eyes and kissed him. Kissed him hard. “I love you too, My Wolf.” She whispered back when she finally broke the kiss. She felt him push her back until she fell on the soft, large bed and all she could do was smile.

When he lay beside her she curled up against his side, needing to be as close to him as possible. His words made his chest hum and it made Willow smile even more. “Yes, let’s.. but not tonight. Tonight, I want you all to myself, I do not want to have to share you with the heavens.” She whispered as she pressed her lips lightly to his chest. No, tonight, he was all hers..

Her confession of love wasn't at all surprising, nor was her obvious arousal. To a normal human nothing would seem amiss, just a girl, curling up with the man she loved, but he could smell her, the sweet scent of desire that surrounded her body and despite his best intentions he let out a loud growl, pushing her on her back and pressing his lips against her in a hard kiss. "So many years, so many mistakes and memories snatched away, Willow...so many wasted opportunities..." The whisper against her pale skin made the silence in the room break and he let out another growl, his own desire rising within him until he was sure he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. His lips traveled over her clothes, kissing over the soft fabric until the barrier between them became unbearable and he ripped her shirt to shreds.

"I'll get you a new one," he whispered with a smile, using one of his hands to reach between her thighs, slowly rubbing circles over her hot core. "Do you want this, Will? My Will?" he whispered softly, his tongue trailing patterns over her nipples, sucking and caressing, almost as though he was trying to recover all the wasted time that passed between them.

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A sob caught in Willows throat as she watched Eirik remember, his emotions were ripping her apart, they were that strong. She closed her eyes to try and block it out for a moment but all she got was Eirik’s hard yank on her arm again. Only this time it was a different kind. This time her body crushed against his in the most enticing way and his lips captured her own. She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her as she kissed him back, her hands sliding up his solid chest and clenching his shirt, holding him firmly in place. The kiss was better then she ever dreamed it could be and she found herself consumed by it.

When he broke the kiss she literally whimpered from the emptiness she felt. All she could do was thank god he didn’t pull away completely, his lips remained brushing against her skin when he spoke and his voice … oh sweet jesus that voice. “I will not.” She whispered, her voice shaky from the overwhelm of emotions she was feeling. “Never again.” She added.

Hearing the words he had longed for for so long he nearly cried with joy, pulling her into a tight hug. He knew after she brought the memories back he would always be feeling raw and exposed until his emotions had time to settle, but being near her brought him that serenity that he so desperately craved. "I love you, my Willow," he whispered against her hair, their bodies pressed together in something akin to desperation. "Don't leave me again...I can't take it again...Don't wipe yourself from my mind." With more gentleness than most people would give him credit for, he pushed her towards the bed that filled a corner of the room. He was at heart an animal, one that wanted to mark his territory and though her body made him crazy with desire, he knew he had to wait. Her scent was alluring and deceiving, almost calling to his wolf, but he fought against it, simply pulling her down and into his arms.

"The first time I turned you were there, staring at the stars with me...You sat there, keeping me in check even when I felt the need to run and go wild against the people that crossed my path," he whispered softly. "We should watch the stars again sometime."

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When Eirik yanked her back, her breath caught in her throat. His tall, large frame towered over hers and her mind turned to mush as his eyes were cast angrily down at hers. Even with such harsh emotions reflecting in his face he was so perfect. How could she not fall in love with him? With Eirik, she felt safe. Always. He helped her see what was good in this world, even though he ironically always thought he was so bad. It was that modesty, that large and unwavering heart that kept her enthralled by him. This moment right now, even with his anger piercing into her gut, was just a perfect example of the power and control he had over her.

He pushed her away, lightly in his mind but the force made her stumble back. She caught herself and straightened, her eyes glaring at him. When he took her hands and kissed it she pulled them back, yanking them out of his grasp. “No. I cannot.” Was all she said before taking his face in her hands and pulling it down to her much shorter level. Her lips pressed softly against his forehead before releasing him and taking a step back, letting all his memories out of their cage in his mind. Letting him remember everything.

Everything from the moment she first met him where he’d just been turned into the wolf, his first night under the full moon, his first kill, then eventually as the years progressed all the times she’d just popped down to say hi, to hang out with him, she was there for the opening of his tea and book store, there for the closing and all the special moments in between. At the end of each memory, she kissed his forehead then melted into thin air, forced to leave as if she never existed by orders of her bosses. She showed him everything until this moment right now, standing inside the penthouse.

Eirik gasped as she suddenly kissed him, the whirl of memories crashing over him until he was certain he was going to drown in them. Everything was there, every moment where he had imagined he had been alone and forsaken, she had been there. When he turned, when he killed, when he had met the girl he thought would be with him forever, when he saw his family massacred, the moments of utter happiness and those of utter desolation, all trapped in a single kiss.

He hadn't even realized he was crying, not until he felt the moisture of the tears on his face. She had been there and with each occasion he loved her more and more, but she always took the memories away, only bringing them forth when they met the next time. "Are you going to do it again? Erase this moment here? What we shared...what we have?" Eirik shook his head, taking a small step back. "Why did you always take the memories away? Why did we have to start over each and every single time, Willow? My Willow..." he whispered remembering the way they would talk and laugh and how she would comfort him in his moments of despair. "I was never as alone as I thought I was, but you took it away each time...We could've been so happy together, I...I loved you. No...I...I love you," he added with a gasp, realizing the truth as he said the words aloud. Taking a step back toward her, he pushed his lips against hers, crushing their bodies together as though that could somehow erase the things that had happened between them, their recent fights, the reproaches that always followed the moment where she would show him the memories they had shared. The moment when he would always beg: "Don't take this away from me, Willow..." The whispered words, against her lips hurt and for once he hoped she would say "I won't," instead of "I must."

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Willow closed her eyes just as a tear ran down her cheek. His voice escalated and with every syllable uttered it was like a lash across her heart, the whipping leaving a strong, burning pain that broke her more and more. Eventually she couldn’t handle it, the yelling, the stupid diner, the stares she knew were trained on them. She needed out of the claustrophobia. She reached out and grabbed Eirik’s hand and left the space of the booth with a flutter. When she opened her eyes she was standing in a penthouse apartment she often went too for escape. Dropping Eirik’s hand she took a step back.

“You know what Eirik? You don’t understand. You never will, because to you the world is a horrible place, everyone abandons you and you’re a monster. But you’re so far from a monster and when I try to not abandon you, you yell at me! What else am I supposed to do? You’re my charge, my whole reason for being is you .. so I have no choice but to make you the most important thing in my life. Do you think I want that?! Do you think I like sitting back and watching with longing eyes as the one person I can never have lives a life without me?! How the hell do you think it makes me feel?! I do everything I can for you and you stand here yelling at me.” Her voice escalated so high it broke, and she couldn’t speak any more.

She made a disgusted noise and turned away from him. “I don’t care any more, Eirik. I don’t. I never expected you to love me, like me or even thank me. & now you won’t have to worry about me any more, I’ll go back to being your silent guardian.” and that was all she said as she started to walk to her bedroom, not wanting to look at him any more.

Eirik pulled away from her touch as soon as they "landed" and moved backwards until he fell on the floor with a thud. That particular mode of transport wasn't something he ever wanted to experience again, memories of how the demons took him away blooming in his mind. Her sudden rant broke him away from the dark recesses of his mind and he felt the anger bubbling inside of him once more. Getting up from the floor, he moved behind her, grabbing her arm and twisting her around. They were so close, he could feel her warm breath against her skin.

"You don't get to say that you stood in the shadows and longed for me, I didn't know you were there. You're acting like I asked for someone up there to make me your charge, like I wanted to be the one you crave for but you can never have. I didn't know you existed beyond our first chats when I though you were nothing more than a deluded mad woman who wants nothing more than to convince herselt there's something out there to justify all the shit in this world. All you say to me are your assumptions, your own twisted words against my supposed selfishness. Is a child in a loving home selfish for enjoying the toys a child he doesn't know is alive doesn't have?" Shaking his own head, he pushed her away gently and turned from her, taking a deep breath, before spinning around and taking her hands in his.

"I don't know why you're acting like this...you can't ask me to love you...I barely know you! When we were at the diner I asked you to give me time, to see if other than the adoration I feel because you saved me there is more in my heart! Give me time to heal all that's broken Willow and give yourself time to know me...not as a silent guardian, but as a friend." Smiling softly, he took her hand to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss. "It's been years since I last saw you, Willow and while for you seeing me was something along the lines of a daily routine, to me you are still a stranger...Can you accept that?"

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Willow sighed, she was hoping this topic, that question wouldn’t be brought up tonight but she figured it was as good a time as any to come clean. She had just been avoiding it because she’d have to give herself up for lying, something she’d never done before. She understood what he was saying and his logic was painful, because it was true. He was right, about everything.

“The reason, the real reason, I kept it from you was because at the time.. You still thought I was crazy. When I told you who I really was.. You didn’t believe me. You couldn’t accept that I was an Angel and I didn’t want to make things more difficult for you, especially after what you went through. I’d rather you have come to terms with my .. Upbringing, when you were slightly more coherent. On top of that, I know what you are like, as an Alpha Leader.. Your ego, it doesn’t like being bruised. Having a woman save you? I know it kills you even now, I know that you think it makes you weak in my eyes. I know it embarrasses you, I knew that before I checked your grid because that’s just the kind of male you are. So I thought it would just be easier on everyone to make you think I was someone else. At the time, you knew it was me. Which is why you still remember me holding you and the warmth and comfort you felt during the time I nursed you back to health. If I were truly a Man, you wouldn’t have felt that. Our connection and your mind is strong enough for my abilities to not cast over that memory completely. That’s also why you’re so inquisitive about it, your mind is desperately trying to rip off the cover I put over it and remember..”

She stopped talking and took a deep breath. She probably sounded insane right now but it didn’t matter. If she had too, she could go back to watching him from a far. She was used to it. “I’m sorry, Eirik. I Never got close to you because of your clearly expressed feelings to me and to my kind. It wasn’t because I want to be distant..and, I’m sorry I disappeared the other night, I put my own emotions before yours and it was the worst, most selfish thing I’ve ever done..” her voice cracked and she had to stop before the tears fell again, instead she began playing with her fork.. Avoiding his eyes.

#paras #sorry babe!#took me forever and it makes little sense :(

Eirik stared at her in disbelief, a slight tinge of anger colouring his features. "You're a bit presumptuous, aren't you? I wouldn't have cared if a cat dragged me out of there, I wouldn't have cared if it was a child! I was...I was..." He looked away for a moment, wiping away at his eyes, hating himself for his inability to get detached from the past that was so distant in years, but emotionally so close. "I was tortured, beaten, used...I wouldn't have cared! Do you think there was a shred of the macho man you imagine me to be in that broken shell that you found strapped on that table? Whoever I was for so long disappeared with each hit, with each..."This time he stopped talking, resting his head on his hands, resisting the urge to yell, to lose his temper towards her.

"You had no right to judge me like that, to simply imagine I was this guy that would've cared it was a butterfly or an Angel rescuing me...Perhaps if I had known it was you back then I wouldn't have spend decades hating Angels...Perhaps we would be sitting somewhere having a quiet dinner in a completely different setting if you had trusted me a little more. I remember things...I remembered how much I loved you or worshiped you as you took the pain away, as you soothed my fears...We could've had that for so long if you had only trusted me a little. I know I couldn't have been coherent...I was...beyond that, but I could've, I could've seen things as they were if you had given me a little time." The anger in his voice had long faded, replaced by resignation. She had a point, but at the same time she didn't, she was so convinced that he was this man that wouldn't have accepted her because he was macho that it irked him. Just as the fact that she seemed to think her own emotions were irrelevant.

"Don't do that...don't make me the most important thing in your life...You should be at the center of your existence. I'd...I'd like for us to get to know each other better, but...don't ever say you're selfish for dealing with your own emotions. The only selfish thing you could do was to put someone else's ahead of yours."

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Willow cocked an eye brow at his comment about good looks. She took a moment to slip inside his emotional grid and sure enough it was lighter then .. well, then she’d ever seen it. and she hadn’t even used her manipulation to fix that. It was strange but she chose not to dwell on it, deciding she likes this version of Eirik much much more.

“You’re wrong. I’ve met some nasty as hell beauties in my time.” She said with a wink, it was a horrible attempt at a joke but it was also true. You could be the most beautiful person in the world and a total bitch at the same time, so no, beauty does not make you a good person. “I am no cradle robber but I am not above playing dress up.”

She tilted her head, studying Eirik as he spoke to the waitress beside him. He was definitely giving off an Alpha air, making the ditz swoon at him, though she had to grin at the fact that she was utterly oblivious to Eirik’s total lack of desire for her. “Just a water for me.” She said to the waitress. As an Angel she didn’t really feel the desire to consume human food, but she’d take pleasure in watching Eirik eat instead. Just to add insult to the waitress’ injury she gave Eirik a dazzling smile, to show her appreciation for his company.

"Willow...how come you never told me the truth about what happened? About your reason for helping me? I mean...I didn't even know it was you..." The waitress's departure made his earlier questions bubble up to the surface and he hated himself for it, he had tried to be cheerful and kind, but he knew it wouldn't have lasted long.

He knew he should've focused on the way she smiled to him, the way she seemed to enjoy his company, on the fact that she cared more for him than he felt he deserved, but the major issue kept poking its ugly head out and if they didn't get that out of the way nothing would ever help mend their friendship or start a new relationship.

"It's just...I don't know, for me this is so sudden and I feel like you've been mulling over this for years...I just don't understand. I mean...I just...I like you, you know? But you were always this secretive presence, always fading away before I ever got the chance to really know you...And you did it again the other day and you're doing it again now. You are here, but I feel like I can't really touch you or you'll crumble into dust before my eyes, reappearing again after a thousand years or a minute." Eirik stopped talking and sighed, looking at the woman before him, wondering how she would take his words. They made sense for him, they made sense to his mind, but he wasn't sure it would register in the same way with her.

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Willow rolled her eyes at his mockery of her. She smiled for a split second, then she realized where he was taking the conversation…a place she didn’t want it to go. “It’s fine, just.. drop it.” She said stiffly as she sat down. She knew he was right and that she was being unfair but for some reason, she couldn’t help react the way she did. She didn’t understand it because she wasn’t used to having .. feelings. It was all new to her. She rolled her eyes at his shock from his own words. “Of course you’re good you idiot, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” She shook her head at him. The hint of a smile playing at her lips.

She watched him fiddle, taking in every inch of him, memorizing everything about him. “I have been around far longer then you, Eirik.” This time her smile was clear, but she didn’t really say much more. She wasn’t a topic she was very much interested in, not like Eirik. Him? She was incredibly interested in. “I’d rather hear your stories.” She said with a simple shrug.

"I don't know...perhaps I'm a bad person, but you're too stunned by my good looks to notice." The werewolf chuckled again, feeling better as they slipped into banter, putting aside the heavy conversations for now. There were many issues that needed to be addressed, but for the moment he decided to let it drop, there would be enough time for that later, once things had settled a little.

"Beauty equals good while ugliness equals bad, am I wrong about that? It's what fairy-tales tell us, not to mentionthe big bad wolfalways gets shafted. Older than me? Does that make you a cradle robber? Cause I always wanted to have a naughty nursemaid to help me sleep better at night." He knew he was pushing it, but it was easier, so much easier than trying to deal with the elephant in the room.

The werewolf smiled again and as a waitress approached he ordered himself enough food to feed a small army, to the woman's growing disbelief. "And what would you like, sweetheart?" He said with a wink, gazing in Willow's direction.

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Eirik was looking at her in the most strangest of ways, like he was trying to decipher a code. Until she remembered she’d been crying. His pain made her completely forget about her own. She hastily wiped her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t question her. She couldn’t handle denial again, even though she hadn’t actually said anything the first time. “Sorry.” she barely managed to say at his mention of her leaving. She truly did feel terrible about it, especially when he so clearly needed her.

“I know Eirik, it’s my job to know everything about you.” she pretty much stopped there. She already felt like an idiot standing infront of him, especially considering the way he responded last time.. She didn’t need to add fuel to the fire already burning away inside her. “I’m sorry they.. Im glad you left.” Her voice faltered and she was grateful for his mention of the diner, it’d give her some distraction. She waited for him to pass her and walked half a step behind him till they reached the entrance. “Theres not really much to know about me.” she said softly as she walked inside..

"I'm your job? And here I thought you cared," he joked, holding the door opened for her. "You know...It's okay that you left, I know I made you sad and I am sure that if the conversation continued I would've said something incredibly stupid and hurt you even more." Eirik found an empty booth and motioned her towards it, pondering what to say that she wouldn't be able to misinterpret. "Yeah, I'm glad that I left too...I spent so long feeling unworthy of them, it's odd to discover I'm not actually that bad...I'm...I'm good." He scratched his head awkwardly, realizing that he had just given himself a compliment and he found himself at a loss. "I never thought that about me before..."

Finally sitting down, he fiddled with the menu for a little bit, keeping his hands occupied, before shaking his head as he replied to her words. "That's not true and you know it. You've lived as long as I have, if not longer...I am sure you've gathered up a whole lot of stories that you could share with me." He smiled over the menu, hiding behind the plastic covered paper, trying to act natural when he still felt stunned by her beauty, power and the modesty she seemed to project.

A call home

Willow had barely spoken a word since she returned to the Heaven’s after her last meeting with Eirik. It had left her in utter shambles, her head spinning. She understood why he responded the way he did, how could he love her back? Not only did he barely know her, but she represented the thing he despised most. She WAS the thing he despised most. So yeah, she got it. But yeah .. it still hurt like hell. No pun intended.

She was sitting on her bed, sobbing again. She really didn’t understand why she was so emotional and she hated it. It wasn’t her. Her face was red and blotchyand her eyes were swollen from the non stop tears over the past week. She looked like a dsgrae to the heavens she represented. Truthfully, crying was better then listening tohim right now. Which she felt bad for not doing, but she couldn’t face him. Didn’t want to face him.

Until she heard his voice float into her mind, a strangled plea barely uttered. “Willow…please…come back.” She didn’t think twice before shooting down to earth, appearing a few feet infront of him, a soft flitterig sound the only thing announcing her arrival.

Eirik's head snapped up at the sound, recognizing it for what it was, the arrival of an angel. He smiled, only for the small grin to falter as he took in the way she looked, the wetness still on her face, proof of her tears. Why had she been crying? he kept asking himself, unable to comprehend. Angels were mostly ruthless and cold, acting like automatons that didn't know better, but she was different. He had met other angels that were just as different, but it was still hard to accept.

Memories of her holding him tightly as he retched and sobbed, remembering the pain and the humiliation that were inflicted on his body flashed through his mind and he closed his eyes for a moment, before regaining his control over his emotions. "I...didn't think you would leave so abruptly," he whispered, looking away as he spoke. "I wanted to invite you for a cup of tea...I owned a store, you know? But I left it behind...I couldn't live there anymore, my family couldn't see the real me and that place was toxic...I might start fresh though..." His eyes still roamed the buildings that surrounded them, looking for something to do, for a place to stay where he could talk to her like they were two normal human beings, not an ancient werewolf and an Angel.

"Maybe we can have a drink there?" he said pointing to a small diner behind her. "I want to...talk to you, know...the real you, not the moustached hunter that saved my life," he added with a tilt of his head and a smile.