[ONGOING] Eric, Vie (Closed)
Characters: Eric (suckmysilver), Vie (gotyourwallet)
Location: Deck Seventeen
Date: Backdated; just prior to Eric's feeding
Rating: PG-16
This ship called the Elegante contained many things that attempted mysterious, but past as merely irritating (in some circumstances, infuriating -- that barrier which foiled his first feeding being main example). That which defied understanding now could be unfurled at leisure, with Godric found and alive --no matter the circumstance in which he had departed their world.
That consideration was one made between they, as vampires -- maker to progeny, father to child -- and not shared outside that bond. Eric had heard Godric's intent fulfilled, but no matter his disagreement with it, that it had been fulfilled put it beyond his reach. There are fewer things more certain than the second death, even to one who had known the temporary hold of the first. It was foolish to think he could influence it otherwise.
In contrast to such idle fancy, there existed many things which Eric could influence upon this ship. First and foremost was a culture ripe with disbelief for what the term 'vampire' encompassed.
Once upon a casket, the ignorance about vampires held by humans numbered in the millions. Eric was no stranger to this, as only a minuscule percentage of his existence came after the great reveal. However, he had grown indulgent in it, accepting the commonplace knowledge and, perhaps, acting upon it. Fangtasia flourished for it and feedings aplenty could be arranged with easily plied victims -- that novelty had worn off, leaving him with the centuries secure appreciation for struggle.
Now, this place challenged that indulgence and stripped the populace of the appropriate fear and respect. The idea might discourage some, but it brought the corner of his mouth to curve upwards. It had been too long since intimidation and terror were things he ought -- no, went so far as needed to instill in the daywalkers.
And this was what had him on deck seventeen, surveying the Bohemian theme with the bored eyes of one who had lived through all phases the style dictated. It was inordinately lavish, for its roots, but he could make do with such comforts until the one named Vie arrived to learn what he meant by being the one her mother ought have warned her about.
The ability to enjoy those comforts as he waited was why Eric reclined upon throw pillows, eyes closing as his posture assumed everything akin to relaxed. It really was quite peaceful; all it lacked were the melodies of a Swedish opera to make the deck any more inviting.
Location: Deck Seventeen
Date: Backdated; just prior to Eric's feeding
Rating: PG-16
This ship called the Elegante contained many things that attempted mysterious, but past as merely irritating (in some circumstances, infuriating -- that barrier which foiled his first feeding being main example). That which defied understanding now could be unfurled at leisure, with Godric found and alive --no matter the circumstance in which he had departed their world.
That consideration was one made between they, as vampires -- maker to progeny, father to child -- and not shared outside that bond. Eric had heard Godric's intent fulfilled, but no matter his disagreement with it, that it had been fulfilled put it beyond his reach. There are fewer things more certain than the second death, even to one who had known the temporary hold of the first. It was foolish to think he could influence it otherwise.
In contrast to such idle fancy, there existed many things which Eric could influence upon this ship. First and foremost was a culture ripe with disbelief for what the term 'vampire' encompassed.
Once upon a casket, the ignorance about vampires held by humans numbered in the millions. Eric was no stranger to this, as only a minuscule percentage of his existence came after the great reveal. However, he had grown indulgent in it, accepting the commonplace knowledge and, perhaps, acting upon it. Fangtasia flourished for it and feedings aplenty could be arranged with easily plied victims -- that novelty had worn off, leaving him with the centuries secure appreciation for struggle.
Now, this place challenged that indulgence and stripped the populace of the appropriate fear and respect. The idea might discourage some, but it brought the corner of his mouth to curve upwards. It had been too long since intimidation and terror were things he ought -- no, went so far as needed to instill in the daywalkers.
And this was what had him on deck seventeen, surveying the Bohemian theme with the bored eyes of one who had lived through all phases the style dictated. It was inordinately lavish, for its roots, but he could make do with such comforts until the one named Vie arrived to learn what he meant by being the one her mother ought have warned her about.
The ability to enjoy those comforts as he waited was why Eric reclined upon throw pillows, eyes closing as his posture assumed everything akin to relaxed. It really was quite peaceful; all it lacked were the melodies of a Swedish opera to make the deck any more inviting.