Characters: Godric and Eric
Content: Not long after Godric turned Eric, the two must make a new life. Or death as the case may be.
Warnings: God even knows what.
He woke with a start, covered in dirt and dried blood down his chest. His back was pressed to the chest of another, larger and just as cold. He didn't feel it, but once upon a time, he would have felt the chill rise up his spine and pin him there. Now? Well he was pinned there for other reasons.
Another. His Childe. And Godric felt the responsibility. Things could not be like how they were for him. His Maker was cruel. Godric turned this man for selfish reasons, but he was his now. Godric would make sure he was cared for. Though part of him recognized his inadequacy. He was a thousand years old, but had not been around others in a very long time.
Dark eyes scanned the figure as he stirred to look up at the blond.
"Come." He spoke softly. "We wash and find blood."