Paris at night. Its usual stench temporarily shrouded over by a summer mist. Not that a little fog could make Eric Northman oblivious to the reek of humanity, with all its excrement, sweat, and the lingering yet persistent penchant for fish entrails. Why was it you could smell fish entrails everywhere in this city? And the Parisians themselves
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*dies laughing* Oh my oh MY. And the "Won't you please come inside" line! Oh Athos, you're so delicious <3
Love love the banter and Athos being so difficult for him and unf hot sex. <3 Yum. Definite yum.
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Oh God. Eric. You idiot *snickers even more*.
That was just BRILLIANT.
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Glad you enjoyed that. :D Eric would be an even BIGGER idiot if he followed through on his brilliant idea of going after Aramis because I do not foresee that going smoother :P
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