#with eoin

[erikdragon]

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On Eoin’s door sat a box wrapped in brown paper with a beautiful shiny ribbon, Erik’s sigil scorched onto the paper. Inside, there’s two books, the first in pristine new condition, the second extremely old-looking, a handwritten note laying on top of them:

“So you and your little angel can do some magic together - Erik“

[erikdragon]

💤 for my muse to say something about yours in their sleep. (sam AND eoin pls c8)

FLASHBACK

Somewhere along the 1600s, in a dark cave hidden by a hill, slept a dragon. The rumble of his snore echoed through the island, the sound frightened the locals, though the priestesses new better. They tended to the massive garden around the temple, chuckling amongst themselves when they could make a word out here and there from their master’s slumber.

Down bellow, almost camouflaged amongst the pile of gold, slept the dragon. The years went by while he slept, but in his mind the most intricate stories happened, the scenes flashing before his eyes over and over. “We’ve been over this, I said I’m not going to eat you” he huffed in his mind, even though just a couple of unintelible words escaped his mouth “Would you stop shaking already? Here-” the dragon flinched in his sleep, the scene of his claw cutting through her skin still fresh. “Wait, I didn’t- I didn’t mean-”

There was a tremor while the dragon rolled around in his sleep with a huff, some coins trickling down the pile. In his mind the scene changed, and he let out a happy sigh, thoughts of distress forgotten. “Or-” he almost purred in his head, a chuckle bubbling in his chest “-you could just stay here” he could feel the other’s touch, even if faintly, just a locked memory in the back of his head “You could stay with me, love” the words left his mouth, his heart hammering in his chest just as it had that day “I’d- I’d stay awake for you” but then the heartbreak came like a wave washing his fire out.

And the dream cycle began again.

[erikdragon]

👋 for three things that describe our muses relationship. (eoin)

passion, consistency and a little disregard for decency

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[erikdragon]

send 💣 for a stress headcanon

Erik fucks his stress away.

It’s not a particularly healthy coping mechanism, by he makes do. It got to a point, many many years ago, where whenever he was horny he wondered if there was something else worrying him - and often times the answer was yes.

It worked though.

He’d arrive at the tavern, mind clouded by worries of the townspeople, of possible danger, of the political climate in a bigger scale. A couple of hours later, he’d leave the tavern with a trail of men and women happily satisfied, and a clear mind. Often times, even with the solution for some of his problems.

That’s half of the reason why his mind usually went to Eoin when he had problems to solve.

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[erikdragon]

🏹 (erik+eoin)

🏹  - For my muse to challenge your muse in something

He wanted to be involved - either that or he just wanted to annoy Erik, either option was just as possible as the other. “You know what, fine” he said, walking across the room and placing the shinny globe of mirrors on top of the very high bookshelf “You can put the disco ball wherever you want” he turned to grin at Eoin “If you can reach it without taking your feet off the ground”

[erikdragon]

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact (eoin + erik)

The whole town was at the carnival, he knew he was bound to be there as well.

You couldn’t really ignore someone like Eoin, not unless Eoin wanted to be ignore, which was still a question. He had just left Seth’s stand, a butterscotch cupcake still in hand as he finished the promise of coming back later when he saw the cambion on the other side of the crowd, their eyes locking instantly.

For a long moment, Erik held his gaze, calm and questioning, as if daring Eoin to come closer, before turning and heading towards a bench, where he sat by himself, carefully unwrapping the cupcake to take a bite. 

[erikdragon]

ϟ for a drunk text (eoin)

Erik: ok so pretend i’m dumb Erik: and tell m Erik: spelll it out Erik: why wood that stupid angel be so great Erik: becayse yeah their gretat Erik: but hes not

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