He follows but doesn't sit, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It was - a long time for me, Eric. A long time here, going through floods and breaches and ports. Meeting new people."
He had wanted to meet the sun because of how lonely he had been.
"But now we have each other returned," he says, squeezing his shoulder. "I have been waiting on this day with - trepidation and excitement both."
It seems the apple doesn't fall far. Eric's pain is a tidal wave that, no doubt, can be felt between the maker and his progeny. He should be happy they are reunited, but the truth was, he's still having a hard time fully believes any of this is real. The dream will end and then what?
Godric's hand on his shoulder helps, and he looks up again, managing a weak smile as if he's just been caught thinking aloud. "And you ended up starting over. Living how you wanted to, in a place where you had support. I understand."
"I know you do. And I know this is not easy for you to hear."
He finally does sit beside him. "You were always my reason for living. When I saw what I had done to you, when I saw the anger and the hatred that I had given you, I couldn't bear it."
Godric stares out at the water, at the waves, letting them remind him of where they came from. "It was always supposed to be you and me. Forever. Through the ages. But the world grew more complicated."
He's quiet, reflecting on that final moment on the roof and how he begged Godric to not leave him. Understanding why eluded him and he finally lived long enough to really see that his maker was still so very wrong about the humans in their world. Not all of them. But most.
"You should have let me meet my true death with you," he muses. "We could have been at peace together. I was ready, Godric. You created me. You kept me alive and when I wanted to keep you with me-"
He doesn't try to reassure him, either. The anger is justified and Godric has held that in his mind for this long. To hear it echoed and validated is enough of a punishment for him. He does take his hand.
"I can only hope to make it right with you here. And now."
For so long, Eric wanted to tell him that; to drive home that he was selfish on a level that betrayed everything that their bond was meant to stand for. Eric was loyal and suddenly in a matter of a day, he left him to exist alone in a complicated world without him.
And yet he squeezes Godric's hand so tight, afraid to let go because he can't bear the thought of losing him a second time.
"I forgive you for leaving," Eric whispers, taking his free hand to cup the side of Godric's face and bring their foreheads together. "But don't leave me again. I'm not sure what will become of me, if you do."
"I should drown you here to remind you of where you stand," he mutters, though this is nothing but play. The sort that he and Godric would have before, when things were easier. When it was just them and the woods and the night.
Eric hums quietly, slipping into that defiant young Viking vampire that more often than not, likely questioned why his maker decided to turn him. He was a handful and more.
His smile turns more visible and he leans back, raising an eyebrow. "You're old and you run slow," he replies in jest, releasing Godric and running into the water like his ass was on fire.
He fell in love with this Viking soldier and he does even more every day. He laughs, loud and hard, chasing after him so he can tackle him into the water.
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He had wanted to meet the sun because of how lonely he had been.
"But now we have each other returned," he says, squeezing his shoulder. "I have been waiting on this day with - trepidation and excitement both."
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Godric's hand on his shoulder helps, and he looks up again, managing a weak smile as if he's just been caught thinking aloud. "And you ended up starting over. Living how you wanted to, in a place where you had support. I understand."
They never had that in their world.
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He finally does sit beside him. "You were always my reason for living. When I saw what I had done to you, when I saw the anger and the hatred that I had given you, I couldn't bear it."
Godric stares out at the water, at the waves, letting them remind him of where they came from. "It was always supposed to be you and me. Forever. Through the ages. But the world grew more complicated."
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"You should have let me meet my true death with you," he muses. "We could have been at peace together. I was ready, Godric. You created me. You kept me alive and when I wanted to keep you with me-"
Eric's voice tenses.
"I'm so angry at you for that."
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He doesn't try to reassure him, either. The anger is justified and Godric has held that in his mind for this long. To hear it echoed and validated is enough of a punishment for him. He does take his hand.
"I can only hope to make it right with you here. And now."
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And yet he squeezes Godric's hand so tight, afraid to let go because he can't bear the thought of losing him a second time.
"I forgive you for leaving," Eric whispers, taking his free hand to cup the side of Godric's face and bring their foreheads together. "But don't leave me again. I'm not sure what will become of me, if you do."
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There's nothing but fondness in that tone and he closes his eyes, enjoying this moment as he temperature drops even more in preparation for the rain.
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"Please, I ask for nothing else."
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His smile turns more visible and he leans back, raising an eyebrow. "You're old and you run slow," he replies in jest, releasing Godric and running into the water like his ass was on fire.
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