Make My Heart a Better Place
Title: Make My Heart A Better Place
Warning: This is my first Godric/Eric fanfiction, and with something I'm unsure about, I tend to ramble. Bear with me?
Part 1 of ???
Rating: R? Eventually?
Pairing: Godric/Eric
Disclaimer: They're not mine. *cries tears of dejection*
Godric
I wake.
I wasn't expecting to wake ever again. I expected....
I don't know what I expected. Hellfire or bliss. One of the two but not this space in between. Pleasure, but not the sort I was expecting. Cotton sheets and down comforters. Cool flesh wrapped around my own.
I hurt a bit. My hand is a little scorched. Like a human with a sunburn. I've not had color in my skin in centuries, and even as I feel the ghost of lips against the back of my neck, I wince.
Yes.
Like a mortal of a sunburn.
I'm angry.
I'm feeling something other than exhaustion for once, and it's anger. The body behind mine is larger than mine. Would be stronger if this was another world. With white sheets and softness and My Love holding me, I'm angry.
I'm angry.
And I'm happy I'm angry.
Because I'm feeling something again.
"Why?"
My voice is choked and broken and strained. I should expect that standing in the sunlight would cause injuries. Worse than just a burning of skin. Even as I feel myself healing, I am in pain and hungry. Lips pull themselves away at my wince, and instead I feel cool air blowing across my shoulders where the lips had been. Soothing the heat. Soothing the pain.
"Answer me."
"She couldn't let you die."
The girl. Sookie. Our brave little telepathic ally had been, in the end, unable to let me die. Had been unable to watch me die. Had been unable to let me go.
Sweet girl.
Another soft, cool breath. "And neither could I."
"It was my wish."
"I am selfish. You made me that way."
I frown, gripping sheets. I'm hungry, and I hate it.
"I hate you." I close my eyes against the white, soft sheets. "I hate you and I love you."
Another ghostly, soothing blowing against my neck. This time it shudders. "Give me a chance, Godric. It's been so long since we've been together....
"....Give me a chance to make your life worth living again."
Warning: This is my first Godric/Eric fanfiction, and with something I'm unsure about, I tend to ramble. Bear with me?
Part 1 of ???
Rating: R? Eventually?
Pairing: Godric/Eric
Disclaimer: They're not mine. *cries tears of dejection*
Godric
I wake.
I wasn't expecting to wake ever again. I expected....
I don't know what I expected. Hellfire or bliss. One of the two but not this space in between. Pleasure, but not the sort I was expecting. Cotton sheets and down comforters. Cool flesh wrapped around my own.
I hurt a bit. My hand is a little scorched. Like a human with a sunburn. I've not had color in my skin in centuries, and even as I feel the ghost of lips against the back of my neck, I wince.
Yes.
Like a mortal of a sunburn.
I'm angry.
I'm feeling something other than exhaustion for once, and it's anger. The body behind mine is larger than mine. Would be stronger if this was another world. With white sheets and softness and My Love holding me, I'm angry.
I'm angry.
And I'm happy I'm angry.
Because I'm feeling something again.
"Why?"
My voice is choked and broken and strained. I should expect that standing in the sunlight would cause injuries. Worse than just a burning of skin. Even as I feel myself healing, I am in pain and hungry. Lips pull themselves away at my wince, and instead I feel cool air blowing across my shoulders where the lips had been. Soothing the heat. Soothing the pain.
"Answer me."
"She couldn't let you die."
The girl. Sookie. Our brave little telepathic ally had been, in the end, unable to let me die. Had been unable to watch me die. Had been unable to let me go.
Sweet girl.
Another soft, cool breath. "And neither could I."
"It was my wish."
"I am selfish. You made me that way."
I frown, gripping sheets. I'm hungry, and I hate it.
"I hate you." I close my eyes against the white, soft sheets. "I hate you and I love you."
Another ghostly, soothing blowing against my neck. This time it shudders. "Give me a chance, Godric. It's been so long since we've been together....
"....Give me a chance to make your life worth living again."