Rosita is already there, although she's in a similar position with regards to hurrying. Rushing.
Why?
It's just that in her current condition she doesn't really want to be around other people but on the deck she can at least keep to the dark spaces. On the deck it's less obvious how pale she is, although the deep red glow of her eyes is more pronounced.
As promised, she finds him, moving up on quiet feet but not trying particularly hard to be stealthy. It's just how she's learned to move.
"Why were you expecting the call?" she asks, as she looks him over. He's almost a full foot taller than she is, definitely broader in the shoulders, and she thinks maybe she might have feared him once upon a time but not now. No, not now.
It is fairly dark on deck by the time they meet. He, too, is a little paler than normal; his sleep cycle tossed off kilter by the displacement and reuniting with his not-so-dead maker and dealing with what he still doesn't know for sure of his own true death.
While Rosita looks him over, he looks her over and tilts his head slightly in regard. "Godric would like for me to get to know the barge better. While supervised."
A pause.
"He didn't tell me you'd be a vampire though. A female one at that."
Not only could he hear her approach, she has no heartbeat and the eyes are, pardon the pun, a dead give away.
Eric is almost offended. "Well, in my defence, I'd just arrived."
He hasn't done much venturing out. There was getting reacquainted with his maker and meetings on how best to deal with those he'd hurt and killed. Eric is still of the mind that he should be pardoned. However, he's to be making amends, which is not going very well. Or maybe it was not at all.
"And no," Eric continues, shaking his head. She is rather attractive, but he'll behave. "So, temporary then. How are you finding it?"
"It's the only reason we're not meeting... differently," she doesn't mind telling him.
"One of the people you almost killed is a friend of mine. If you'd meant it, or hell if he wanted it, I'd be doing anything but talking to you. But -" She shrugs.
"I came in swinging, too. And he doesn't want revenge." So here they are.
"I hate it. The only thing I like is knowing I'm a better match for some of the people on this ship, and I don't need to sleep now."
An impasse. Eric can respect that. He's not so naive to believe that there might be friends of his victims who won't be as willing to let things go as she is.
"I did, too, at first. Everything was so overwhelming. I could see things thousands of yards away and smell even further. But it was the sounds I could pick up, pulses and heartbeats, conversations through closed doors."
He shrugs.
"Luckily you don't have to deal with it for long."
"He sounds like a number of vampires I know. Similar to a dead-beat father who has seventeen kids across fourteen states."
Eric has an opinion on it, of course, even if he released both his progeny's. He knew he was going to die and the last thing he ever wanted was for Pam to feel the same pain he did when his bond with Godric abruptly ended once he'd met the sun.
He turns and props his arms up on the railing and glances her way again.
He squints, noting the way she reacts. Eric has done his fair share of glamouring before but her answer is fairly unsuspecting on it's own. So, he asks.
Eric realizes right then that Rosita was obeying; a blanket order glamoured into her by that maker and he can't help but be angry on principle alone. That was a line that shouldn't be crossed. There were responsibilities.
He meets her gaze and holds it, nodding in understanding. "All right. We won't talk about that."
For her sake, he hopes temporary isn't very long. He can see what it's doing to her already.
She's coping with it the best she can, doing her utmost to pick and choose what falls under his command not to speak of their meeting - of her murder.
She'd been hoping it would get better when Cazador isn't here. So far, no such luck. She tries not to think about it, or the raw, aching absence sitting heavy behind her ribs.
That, she's learning, is probably mostly just her anyway.
"My point is just - I can't imagine some of the things Godric said the two of you mean to each other. But I can imagine a bit better now, perhaps."
Eric smiles, mostly to himself, but he can appreciate anyone who might want to try to understand even a little. The only other person that did is worlds away now.
"Yes, it is hard to imagine choosing to be with someone for a lifetime," He lingers, giving himself a second to think about the bond he had with Godric. "Let alone a thousand years. You really learn about a person in that time."
Eric welcomes the change of topic. Talking about his relationship with his maker is never one he wishes to get too in depth about.
He thinks about her question for a moment and then shrugs. "Are you looking for me to caution or enlighten you? And are you prepared to answer the same question?"
"Whatever you think is most important," she says again, and she shrugs.
She's in a delicate place, more than she thinks anyone here knows, more than she's willing to freely admit, but that's not the most important thing she thinks anyone should know about her.
Blue eyes bounce from Rosita to the passing scenery and back to her again, weighing her question before he finally decides. "I can't enter anyone's cabin unless they invite me in. They can also rescind that invitation at any time."
A beat.
"I will also probably try and seduce you at some point."
A little of both, she decides: warning and enlightenment. She isn't shocked or offended by the last comment. Indeed, she raises an eyebrow and pointedly looks him over from head to toe and back again.
"And what if I seduce you first?" No reason to be shy about it. He's no doubt well aware of what he looks like, as is she.
"I'm a straight shooter and I respect the same. Even if no one wants to hear it."
Eric's lips twitch and he can't help but dip his head forward and lean in towards her slightly, staying right outside the edges of her personal space.
He hums a pleased note. "Now that, I would wholeheartedly encourage." Another smile and he leans back again. "And I can see that you are. I appreciate blunt honesty."
Does that mean he's the honest type? Eh. One might say it depends on the need for being straightforward, Eric supposes.
She doesn't move when he does, doesn't lean forward, doesn't lean back. Just watches him.
She said she might, not that she's interested now. She said that she might be open to it, not that she's made up her mind. Then he leans back and she shakes her head.
"We'll have to see how things go." Sometimes she's a bit more literally a straight shooter than anticipated. "Anyone given you trouble yet, over coming in hard?"
The look is telling. Eric should be more respectful and to him, he is. But, Rosita did ask, however rhetorically it might have been and he simply stated, in not so many words, that he'd like that.
He lets out a chuckle before moving his gaze back out beyond the deck. "Ironically, no. I half expected a lynch mob to seek me out. Should I still expect it?"
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Outside it? I'm afraid I'm not overly familiar with where things are yet.
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Just go up. I'll find you.
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[ Eric is there within ten minutes because what really is being prompt when everyone is dead and destined for God knows where.
if she isn't there already, he leans back against the railing and waits. ]
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Why?
It's just that in her current condition she doesn't really want to be around other people but on the deck she can at least keep to the dark spaces. On the deck it's less obvious how pale she is, although the deep red glow of her eyes is more pronounced.
As promised, she finds him, moving up on quiet feet but not trying particularly hard to be stealthy. It's just how she's learned to move.
"Why were you expecting the call?" she asks, as she looks him over. He's almost a full foot taller than she is, definitely broader in the shoulders, and she thinks maybe she might have feared him once upon a time but not now. No, not now.
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While Rosita looks him over, he looks her over and tilts his head slightly in regard. "Godric would like for me to get to know the barge better. While supervised."
A pause.
"He didn't tell me you'd be a vampire though. A female one at that."
Not only could he hear her approach, she has no heartbeat and the eyes are, pardon the pun, a dead give away.
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But the comment gets a raised eyebrow.
"I'm normally quite human. Side effect of a visitor that could've done with a bit more supervision, too. Does the female part matter terribly?"
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He hasn't done much venturing out. There was getting reacquainted with his maker and meetings on how best to deal with those he'd hurt and killed. Eric is still of the mind that he should be pardoned. However, he's to be making amends, which is not going very well. Or maybe it was not at all.
"And no," Eric continues, shaking his head. She is rather attractive, but he'll behave. "So, temporary then. How are you finding it?"
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"One of the people you almost killed is a friend of mine. If you'd meant it, or hell if he wanted it, I'd be doing anything but talking to you. But -" She shrugs.
"I came in swinging, too. And he doesn't want revenge." So here they are.
"I hate it. The only thing I like is knowing I'm a better match for some of the people on this ship, and I don't need to sleep now."
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"I did, too, at first. Everything was so overwhelming. I could see things thousands of yards away and smell even further. But it was the sounds I could pick up, pulses and heartbeats, conversations through closed doors."
He shrugs.
"Luckily you don't have to deal with it for long."
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"Mainly, though, I stink to myself. And I don't trust my friends with me."
She looks, finally, up at the stars and how they look different to her now.
"But it did also give me a glimpse of what it's like to be made. And, shortly thereafter, to have that maker fucking bail."
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"He sounds like a number of vampires I know. Similar to a dead-beat father who has seventeen kids across fourteen states."
Eric has an opinion on it, of course, even if he released both his progeny's. He knew he was going to die and the last thing he ever wanted was for Pam to feel the same pain he did when his bond with Godric abruptly ended once he'd met the sun.
He turns and props his arms up on the railing and glances her way again.
"Did they, at least, release you?"
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She should've known it would come up.
"I can't talk about that," she says, a bit brittle if she's honest.
"But I'm told it's only temporary anyway."
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"Why's that?"
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She lowers her eyes from the stars, meets his squarely again.
"Unless you mean the other and that is, of course, because this is temporary for me."
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He meets her gaze and holds it, nodding in understanding. "All right. We won't talk about that."
For her sake, he hopes temporary isn't very long. He can see what it's doing to her already.
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She'd been hoping it would get better when Cazador isn't here. So far, no such luck. She tries not to think about it, or the raw, aching absence sitting heavy behind her ribs.
That, she's learning, is probably mostly just her anyway.
"My point is just - I can't imagine some of the things Godric said the two of you mean to each other. But I can imagine a bit better now, perhaps."
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"Yes, it is hard to imagine choosing to be with someone for a lifetime," He lingers, giving himself a second to think about the bond he had with Godric. "Let alone a thousand years. You really learn about a person in that time."
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"What's most important for me to know about you here?" she asks.
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He thinks about her question for a moment and then shrugs. "Are you looking for me to caution or enlighten you? And are you prepared to answer the same question?"
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She's in a delicate place, more than she thinks anyone here knows, more than she's willing to freely admit, but that's not the most important thing she thinks anyone should know about her.
So she adds, "Sure. Why not."
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A beat.
"I will also probably try and seduce you at some point."
Hey, he's being honest here.
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"And what if I seduce you first?" No reason to be shy about it. He's no doubt well aware of what he looks like, as is she.
"I'm a straight shooter and I respect the same. Even if no one wants to hear it."
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He hums a pleased note. "Now that, I would wholeheartedly encourage." Another smile and he leans back again. "And I can see that you are. I appreciate blunt honesty."
Does that mean he's the honest type? Eh. One might say it depends on the need for being straightforward, Eric supposes.
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She said she might, not that she's interested now. She said that she might be open to it, not that she's made up her mind. Then he leans back and she shakes her head.
"We'll have to see how things go." Sometimes she's a bit more literally a straight shooter than anticipated. "Anyone given you trouble yet, over coming in hard?"
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He lets out a chuckle before moving his gaze back out beyond the deck. "Ironically, no. I half expected a lynch mob to seek me out. Should I still expect it?"
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