COMPANION OF DEATH

VÍKINGR. DRAUGR. VAMPIRE. ERIC NORTHMAN. “I used to think you were made of cold hard stone and empty inside.” #ofvikingsblood Father, brother, child. Owner of Fangtasia, progeny of Godric, Companion of Death. [nsfw. see start to begin.]

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posts naked butt pic, gets no reactions, flees into the night

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INSPIRATION;;         B · l · o · o · d 

                              tickling                               tingling                               glowing                                growing                               bursting                               burning.

everything is on fire and the flames feel                                oh                               so                               good.

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why am i so picky about urls

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even monsters have something they want to protect.                      and they’d kill to keep them safe.

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[youkeepmakingtea]

        “Ah—….” Face going blank as she looked at him, she nodded after a moment and stepped aside. She knew very little about vampire politics, but that seemed…reasonable enough, anyway. “He’s at work. Suppose you could go find him at the hospital, but I’m not sure that’s the best sort of plan, really. Might react a bit more badly there…” Although, maybe being in public would help. Still, she wasn’t about to turn the man away when he’d just arrived. 

        “Come on in….” She paused, biting her lip and looking around the house. At least it was clean — they always seemed to manage guests when it wasn’t clean. “Uhm…I don’t know when he’ll be back, frankly, didn’t ask him before he left. Shouldn’t be too long though, he’s been gone since this morning.” And he didn’t have a habit of wandering for too long, not when he knew Annie was waiting at home. “You’re welcome to stay until he gets back — We’ve got tea, if you’d…like.” She paused, looking back at him with a wrinkled nose. “Goodness, are you tall…Sorry, ah…I mean. Take a seat, yeah?” 

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        "That is very kind of you. You're probably right," Eric admitted, smiling in a way he hoped was more friendly than predatory. It wasn't like a ghost had anything to fear from a vampire, anyway. "I am sure he would find my presence around so much temptation rather problematic. It's interesting that he chose such a line of work. Tea would be wonderful, thank you."         As he looked around, he was quiet, taking a seat (and making the couch look slightly smaller for it). A thousand years had afforded him some self control but he didn't want to spook Mitchell. He was...interested in this life he had built. Those who abstained from blood seemed inclined to keep to themselves, as if bloodlust and brutality were contagious.         Maybe they were. He had left the Old Ones for a reason, after all. "A lovely home you have," he added, loud enough that she might hear. "I'm sure you've heard this before, but your...living situation is rather uncommon. It's quite intriguing. Not much surprises me anymore. Is there a werewolf with you? Living here?" Small talk wasn't a strength of his, so he tended to skip it entirely.

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bRACING MYSELF for eric being unintentionally judgmental about mitchell's 'quaint' little home and life

[youkeepmakingtea]

        Not to say that Annie hated visitors at this point in her life, she didn’t. She delighted in them, actually. Especially the sort that could see her. She’d talk for hours to whomever would listen — and force at least three cups of tea in their direction if she could — but knocks on the door did not always come bearing gifts. 

                  And for a moment, she wondered if she shouldn’t answer at all, peering out the front window towards the door as the stranger reached to knock. Fantastic. Mitchell would lose his mind. He was always suspicious when people showed up. And as reluctant as she was to answer — at least Mitchell wasn’t home. God knows how that would’ve ended. So she steeled herself, pulling the door open a crack and lifting an eyebrow. At least if he couldn’t see her, she could just shut it again. “Ah — Can I help you?” 

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      As a side effect of his age, while not afflicted with paper skin so thin one might count each vein, Eric had a tendency to look...wrong. Too pale (which wasn't helped by his ancestory), too severe (despite his attempts at softness, the truth was he didn't smile much), too quiet in how he moved and breathed for the presence he commanded. He had spent hundreds of years trying to make himself less vampire, to make himself smaller and more peripheral. He wasn't sure how it was working. Being old sucked sometimes.         The door opened and he was greeted by a woman, grey clothing and warm eyes, though nearly wary. A ghost, of course. The ghost. "You must be Annie. I've heard of you, but don't be alarmed. When you've been around for as long as I have, you do your research. I'm Eric, Eric Northman. Is John Mitchell home?" Of course he wasn't, he'd have been at the door by now.         Eric inclined his head, offering her a tired ghost of a smile. "I'm just here to...introduce myself. I'll be in the area for a while. I thought he might like to know. Surprise encounters don't usually go well," he concluded, looking past Annie's shoulder curiously, into the house, rocking back on the heels of his feet, before his eyes returned to her face.

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Eric and Sookie - Season 3

[astrasperas]

Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.

n.t. (via astrasperas)

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        -- so, this looks worse than it is. Right? Right.

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Kiss my soul, Meet my demons

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You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.

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