[rp log] Lazy Bones | Branwen & Eric
Branwen goes and visits Eric in his mausoleum. Instead of getting up and doing something, they be lazy bones and snuggle. Oh yeah, and they can't lie :3
Branwen had been waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And now she was really freaking bored. She didn’t want to sit around and wait for sundown to go and seek out Eric (or maybe vice versa) to have something to do. Something that wasn’t sitting and pouting because Dean was being a god damn jerk. Well, he was always a jerk, but more so right now.
She shook her head, not wanting to get mad over his threats to stake Pete again, and decided to head over to the graveyard. She knew Eric was staying there, she just had to find the right mausoleum and make sure she didn’t open it and let the dying rays of the setting sun in. Last thing she needed was to burn and nearly kill Eric.
She reached the graveyard and looked around. She remembered overhearing him and Zee talking about which one he was going to stay at. Something about winged lions. She hummed a bit to herself as she moved between the graves towards, searching for the right spot.
Eric was still in a deep sleep. He was vaguely aware that he should get up soon. The sun had almost set, but he was feeling lazy this dusk. He was still full of the faery blood that he’d somewhat unintentionally ingested the night before. A smug smile crept across his face as he remembered how delicious the fae blood had been.
Eric suddenly cracked his eyes open, slightly alarmed. He could hear deliberate footsteps approaching his tomb. They didn’t match the random ambling strides of Azreal, and it worried him that someone was outside seeking out his resting place. He pulled himself sluggishly out of bed, ready to head down into the maze of catacombs that connected to the back of his mausoleum.
Pausing here and there, Branwen was half looking for Eric’s resting place, half just exploring with morbid curiosity. She didn’t spend a lot of time in graveyards, not when she’d seen enough dead souls before hand.
She stopped at one of the mausoleums and looked around. There was a winged lion. This might be the one. She pushed the door open just a small bit. Not enough to let any sunlight in. “Eric?” She called out curiously. She waited a few seconds. If she got no answer she’d move on and look elsewhere. Or go get Zee to show her which one it was.
Eric, who was half backed into the catacombs ready to bolt, perked up a bit at the familiar voice. He lethargically took a few steps back toward his crypt.
“Branwen,” He said quietly, but in the stony hollow the sound carried, “I’m in here. Come in and shut the door.”
He could see the slight outline of the dying sun playing across the stone near the entrance; even that tiny bit stung his eyes and made him feel weak.
Branwen grinned, impressed with her detecting skills. She pushed the door open a few more centimetres and wiggled her way in, promptly shutting the door behind her to keep out the rays of light. She had to blink a few times, standing still and leaning against the door until her eyes adjusted to the considerably darker space.
Once she could see properly again she grinned at Eric. “Sorry, I got bored so I came to bug you. I hope I didn’t wake you up or anything?” She said, sounding slightly apologetic.
Eric mumbled something incoherent and flopped back down on the mattress Zee had brought him.
“I should get up soon anyway,” He said into one of the pillows, muffling the noises, “Come lay down with me.” He beckoned her over by patting the mattress. He rolled over slightly to peer up at her, his hair fluffy and dishevelled.
“I need five more minutes,” He smirked boyishly.
She stared at him for a moment before sighing and rolling her eyes like him asking her to lay down was some big inconvenience to her. However the grin on her face stated otherwise.
“Just don’t mess up my hair.” She snickered, walking across the space to the mattress. Her hair was her main vanity point. And since it took her an hour to straighten it every couple of days, no one every really complained about it.
She crawled onto the mattress before just flopping down next to Eric. “You’re so lazy~”
“I am not,” Eric muttered, his eyes already fluttering closed, “It is completely against my nature to be awake at this god forsaken hour.”
He gave her a mock yawn for good measure, an action that had taken years to perfect without the use of breathing. He curled into her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist possessively. He happily buried his face in her hair, smelling her none to discreetly. Her sweet scent laced with her demonicness greeted him, but so did another smell. He frowned slightly.
“You smell like... boy,” He stated, almost sulkily, though he was too tired and comfortable to make a fuss about it at the moment.
Branwen couldn’t help but giggle as Eric curled around her and nuzzled into her hair. “You think this is a god forsaken hour? I have to get up at like…six in the morning almost every day.” She huffed in faint annoyance. Though the annoyance didn’t last long with Eric snuggling her.
“I what?” She questioned, raising her eyebrow a bit and shifting to look at him better. Immediately she lifted the edge of her shirt to smell it. “I do?” She thought for a moment. “Well, I was hanging out with Dean earlier…that could be it. You vamps got crazy smell sense.”
Mmh, Eric hummed in reply, still too sleepy to care. With her almost facing him, he leaned over and gave her a brief kiss before settling back down beside her and nuzzling into her hair and neck. He deftly placed a kiss there as well, feeling the heat pouring off her very human body.
“Dean,” He drawled sleepily, his accent seeping through in his tired state, “The hunter?”
She grinned a bit at the kisses, letting out happy little hums. “Yes, the hunter. He’s a bit of a bitch and I’m not talking to him right now.” She informed the other, reaching up and idly stroking her fingers through his already mussed hair. “He told me he was going to kill one of my friends cause he’s a racist fucker. So I told him if he hurt my friends, I’d hurt his brother and see how he likes it.”
She grinned a bit, mostly to herself, as her eyes wandered along the bare walls around them. Just recalling the shocked and more than slightly angry look on Dean’s face made her feel better. Finally she looked back at Eric. “You ever going to get up, or just lay here all night, lazy bones?”
Eric had added appropriate ‘uh huh’s as Branwen vented. An odd feeling sprang up as she explained her unhappiness with the hunter. It pleased him, which he found strange, since her personal life was really none of his concern.
Eric gave a small groan as she nagged him once more to get up. He’d felt the sun finish setting a few minutes ago, but had hoped she’d be satisfied just to lay here for a while. He sighed a sulky fine, but made no move to get up, instead focusing some of his attention on kissing Branwen’s neck, collarbone and shoulder.
“Did you have something important planned?” He purred between administrations.
“I...well…no.” She admitted, sounding a little defeated. But she figured she’d forgive him for being lazy if he was going to lavish all this attention on her. Besides, laying around ding nothing never hurt anyone. Right? She decided it was probably best not to dwell on that thought.
“I finished my bartending lesson things…” She suddenly mused out loud, “And I made it onto the cheerleading squad at school.” She grinned a bit, batting her bright blue eyes at him. “So I’ll probably ‘smell like boy’ more often. Will that bother you?”
He propped himself up on one elbow to look down at her curiously.
“What is cheerleading?” He smirked, sounding out the word. The term sounded ridiculous, but she seemed proud of it, so he was happy for her. There it was again. That strange emergence of emotions surrounding the insignificant factors of Branwen’s life. He had no reason to care about this ‘cheerleading’. It didn’t affect him. He decided to ignore these thoughts, they’d lead nowhere good, so he pushed them aside.
He leaned down and gave her a longer kiss, nibbling a little at her lower lip.
“And yes,” He murmured, “I would mind.”
He stiffened a bit, confused. He hadn’t planned on saying that. Had planned simply on letting that question go, crossing that bridge when they came to it. Well, he’d said it now, might as well try and play it off... or distract her. He playfully licked and nibbled at her ear
“Cheerleading is exactly what it sounds like. You lead people for cheering.” She giggled a bit. “It’s basically girls getting to dress up in skimpy outfits and jumping around. They pretty much are the top of the food chain at school, which is where I need to be.” She hummed before being silenced by his kiss. She tipped her head up, kissing him back, a faint smile on her lips at his affections.
At his admittance, which even he seemed surprised at, she giggled a bit. Even as he tried to play it off, she tucked the information away in the back of her mind. “Well, I’m sure there’s bound to be some event at night you can come to~” she cooed at him.
He smirked against her cheek, her explanation drawing up old memories.
“It reminds me of the women in my village,” He offered, having an odd moment of nostalgia, “They would dress up and do their hair up intricately when we would leave to go on raids. And they’d cheer us on.”
Eric narrowed his eyes, trying to remember, “Mead maidens,” he said with a gratified smirk before giving her a questioning look. “Who will you be cheering for?”
“Sports teams,” she hummed, “Football mostly. Apparently the more you cheer, the better they play or something.” She shrugged a bit, still grinning at him. She reached up and ran her hand through his hair again, slightly twirling it around her finger.
“So do you need to go find something to eat tonight or…?”
He turned to kiss her wrist.
“I’m sure they’ll play harder with such a charming young woman such as yourself cheering,” He offered with a smirk, “And I won’t need to feed tonight. I’m still full.”
He carefully avoided the run-in with the faery. In fact, better not to even think about him, or faeries.
“Though you seem eager to go do something,” He purred, his smirk turning impish, and he continued half joking, “Maybe you’d like to watch me feed? Or maybe I should just eat you?”
He punctuated the last statement by playfully nipping at her neck and jaw.
“Mmm, blood play isn’t really my thing,” she teased, running her finger down his jaw line. “No, definitely not the watching kind.” She giggled a bit and pulled his head up. “Ah-ah. First one’s free. My blood comes at a price~” she hummed, winking at him.
“Oh really,” He purred playfully back, “And, for future reference, what is your price, älskling? So, I can start working towards it.”
He entwined one hand with hers, tangling their fingers together, and showered it with light kisses all the while grinning away.
"Well, I've yet to decide a price," She informed him, a cheeky grin on her lips. "But...what I think of one, you'll be the first to know..."
She blinked a bit and cocked her head. "What does...älskling mean?"
He blinked, confused for a second. He hadn’t realized he’d used the word.
“Erm, älskling... it’s Swedish. It’s like a... pet name,” Eric searched for a better explanation, “Well, älska is love. I suppose it’s like... darling.”
Eric had to wonder that if he’d been alive if he might have been blushing right about now. As it were, he was fidgeting a bit, idly toying with a strand of Branwen’s hair to avoid looking at her. His admission to any type of feelings for her felt very... uncharacteristic, or more accurately, unvampire.
Branwen grinned a bit, nodding. "I see. It's cute, I like it." Her voice had a slight waver to it, like she was attempting not to turn into a blushing little pile of mush. It was more his actions than his explanation to her. Acting like a school boy with a crush.
Which may or may not have been accurate, but she decided that she didn't want a definitive answer to it. Not right now anyways.
Then Elaine went to bed. We decided that Branwen spent the night hanging out with Eric and ended up sleeping all day with him, skipping school. We're RPing that fun adventure tomorrow 8D
Branwen had been waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And now she was really freaking bored. She didn’t want to sit around and wait for sundown to go and seek out Eric (or maybe vice versa) to have something to do. Something that wasn’t sitting and pouting because Dean was being a god damn jerk. Well, he was always a jerk, but more so right now.
She shook her head, not wanting to get mad over his threats to stake Pete again, and decided to head over to the graveyard. She knew Eric was staying there, she just had to find the right mausoleum and make sure she didn’t open it and let the dying rays of the setting sun in. Last thing she needed was to burn and nearly kill Eric.
She reached the graveyard and looked around. She remembered overhearing him and Zee talking about which one he was going to stay at. Something about winged lions. She hummed a bit to herself as she moved between the graves towards, searching for the right spot.
Eric was still in a deep sleep. He was vaguely aware that he should get up soon. The sun had almost set, but he was feeling lazy this dusk. He was still full of the faery blood that he’d somewhat unintentionally ingested the night before. A smug smile crept across his face as he remembered how delicious the fae blood had been.
Eric suddenly cracked his eyes open, slightly alarmed. He could hear deliberate footsteps approaching his tomb. They didn’t match the random ambling strides of Azreal, and it worried him that someone was outside seeking out his resting place. He pulled himself sluggishly out of bed, ready to head down into the maze of catacombs that connected to the back of his mausoleum.
Pausing here and there, Branwen was half looking for Eric’s resting place, half just exploring with morbid curiosity. She didn’t spend a lot of time in graveyards, not when she’d seen enough dead souls before hand.
She stopped at one of the mausoleums and looked around. There was a winged lion. This might be the one. She pushed the door open just a small bit. Not enough to let any sunlight in. “Eric?” She called out curiously. She waited a few seconds. If she got no answer she’d move on and look elsewhere. Or go get Zee to show her which one it was.
Eric, who was half backed into the catacombs ready to bolt, perked up a bit at the familiar voice. He lethargically took a few steps back toward his crypt.
“Branwen,” He said quietly, but in the stony hollow the sound carried, “I’m in here. Come in and shut the door.”
He could see the slight outline of the dying sun playing across the stone near the entrance; even that tiny bit stung his eyes and made him feel weak.
Branwen grinned, impressed with her detecting skills. She pushed the door open a few more centimetres and wiggled her way in, promptly shutting the door behind her to keep out the rays of light. She had to blink a few times, standing still and leaning against the door until her eyes adjusted to the considerably darker space.
Once she could see properly again she grinned at Eric. “Sorry, I got bored so I came to bug you. I hope I didn’t wake you up or anything?” She said, sounding slightly apologetic.
Eric mumbled something incoherent and flopped back down on the mattress Zee had brought him.
“I should get up soon anyway,” He said into one of the pillows, muffling the noises, “Come lay down with me.” He beckoned her over by patting the mattress. He rolled over slightly to peer up at her, his hair fluffy and dishevelled.
“I need five more minutes,” He smirked boyishly.
She stared at him for a moment before sighing and rolling her eyes like him asking her to lay down was some big inconvenience to her. However the grin on her face stated otherwise.
“Just don’t mess up my hair.” She snickered, walking across the space to the mattress. Her hair was her main vanity point. And since it took her an hour to straighten it every couple of days, no one every really complained about it.
She crawled onto the mattress before just flopping down next to Eric. “You’re so lazy~”
“I am not,” Eric muttered, his eyes already fluttering closed, “It is completely against my nature to be awake at this god forsaken hour.”
He gave her a mock yawn for good measure, an action that had taken years to perfect without the use of breathing. He curled into her, wrapping a strong arm around her waist possessively. He happily buried his face in her hair, smelling her none to discreetly. Her sweet scent laced with her demonicness greeted him, but so did another smell. He frowned slightly.
“You smell like... boy,” He stated, almost sulkily, though he was too tired and comfortable to make a fuss about it at the moment.
Branwen couldn’t help but giggle as Eric curled around her and nuzzled into her hair. “You think this is a god forsaken hour? I have to get up at like…six in the morning almost every day.” She huffed in faint annoyance. Though the annoyance didn’t last long with Eric snuggling her.
“I what?” She questioned, raising her eyebrow a bit and shifting to look at him better. Immediately she lifted the edge of her shirt to smell it. “I do?” She thought for a moment. “Well, I was hanging out with Dean earlier…that could be it. You vamps got crazy smell sense.”
Mmh, Eric hummed in reply, still too sleepy to care. With her almost facing him, he leaned over and gave her a brief kiss before settling back down beside her and nuzzling into her hair and neck. He deftly placed a kiss there as well, feeling the heat pouring off her very human body.
“Dean,” He drawled sleepily, his accent seeping through in his tired state, “The hunter?”
She grinned a bit at the kisses, letting out happy little hums. “Yes, the hunter. He’s a bit of a bitch and I’m not talking to him right now.” She informed the other, reaching up and idly stroking her fingers through his already mussed hair. “He told me he was going to kill one of my friends cause he’s a racist fucker. So I told him if he hurt my friends, I’d hurt his brother and see how he likes it.”
She grinned a bit, mostly to herself, as her eyes wandered along the bare walls around them. Just recalling the shocked and more than slightly angry look on Dean’s face made her feel better. Finally she looked back at Eric. “You ever going to get up, or just lay here all night, lazy bones?”
Eric had added appropriate ‘uh huh’s as Branwen vented. An odd feeling sprang up as she explained her unhappiness with the hunter. It pleased him, which he found strange, since her personal life was really none of his concern.
Eric gave a small groan as she nagged him once more to get up. He’d felt the sun finish setting a few minutes ago, but had hoped she’d be satisfied just to lay here for a while. He sighed a sulky fine, but made no move to get up, instead focusing some of his attention on kissing Branwen’s neck, collarbone and shoulder.
“Did you have something important planned?” He purred between administrations.
“I...well…no.” She admitted, sounding a little defeated. But she figured she’d forgive him for being lazy if he was going to lavish all this attention on her. Besides, laying around ding nothing never hurt anyone. Right? She decided it was probably best not to dwell on that thought.
“I finished my bartending lesson things…” She suddenly mused out loud, “And I made it onto the cheerleading squad at school.” She grinned a bit, batting her bright blue eyes at him. “So I’ll probably ‘smell like boy’ more often. Will that bother you?”
He propped himself up on one elbow to look down at her curiously.
“What is cheerleading?” He smirked, sounding out the word. The term sounded ridiculous, but she seemed proud of it, so he was happy for her. There it was again. That strange emergence of emotions surrounding the insignificant factors of Branwen’s life. He had no reason to care about this ‘cheerleading’. It didn’t affect him. He decided to ignore these thoughts, they’d lead nowhere good, so he pushed them aside.
He leaned down and gave her a longer kiss, nibbling a little at her lower lip.
“And yes,” He murmured, “I would mind.”
He stiffened a bit, confused. He hadn’t planned on saying that. Had planned simply on letting that question go, crossing that bridge when they came to it. Well, he’d said it now, might as well try and play it off... or distract her. He playfully licked and nibbled at her ear
“Cheerleading is exactly what it sounds like. You lead people for cheering.” She giggled a bit. “It’s basically girls getting to dress up in skimpy outfits and jumping around. They pretty much are the top of the food chain at school, which is where I need to be.” She hummed before being silenced by his kiss. She tipped her head up, kissing him back, a faint smile on her lips at his affections.
At his admittance, which even he seemed surprised at, she giggled a bit. Even as he tried to play it off, she tucked the information away in the back of her mind. “Well, I’m sure there’s bound to be some event at night you can come to~” she cooed at him.
He smirked against her cheek, her explanation drawing up old memories.
“It reminds me of the women in my village,” He offered, having an odd moment of nostalgia, “They would dress up and do their hair up intricately when we would leave to go on raids. And they’d cheer us on.”
Eric narrowed his eyes, trying to remember, “Mead maidens,” he said with a gratified smirk before giving her a questioning look. “Who will you be cheering for?”
“Sports teams,” she hummed, “Football mostly. Apparently the more you cheer, the better they play or something.” She shrugged a bit, still grinning at him. She reached up and ran her hand through his hair again, slightly twirling it around her finger.
“So do you need to go find something to eat tonight or…?”
He turned to kiss her wrist.
“I’m sure they’ll play harder with such a charming young woman such as yourself cheering,” He offered with a smirk, “And I won’t need to feed tonight. I’m still full.”
He carefully avoided the run-in with the faery. In fact, better not to even think about him, or faeries.
“Though you seem eager to go do something,” He purred, his smirk turning impish, and he continued half joking, “Maybe you’d like to watch me feed? Or maybe I should just eat you?”
He punctuated the last statement by playfully nipping at her neck and jaw.
“Mmm, blood play isn’t really my thing,” she teased, running her finger down his jaw line. “No, definitely not the watching kind.” She giggled a bit and pulled his head up. “Ah-ah. First one’s free. My blood comes at a price~” she hummed, winking at him.
“Oh really,” He purred playfully back, “And, for future reference, what is your price, älskling? So, I can start working towards it.”
He entwined one hand with hers, tangling their fingers together, and showered it with light kisses all the while grinning away.
"Well, I've yet to decide a price," She informed him, a cheeky grin on her lips. "But...what I think of one, you'll be the first to know..."
She blinked a bit and cocked her head. "What does...älskling mean?"
He blinked, confused for a second. He hadn’t realized he’d used the word.
“Erm, älskling... it’s Swedish. It’s like a... pet name,” Eric searched for a better explanation, “Well, älska is love. I suppose it’s like... darling.”
Eric had to wonder that if he’d been alive if he might have been blushing right about now. As it were, he was fidgeting a bit, idly toying with a strand of Branwen’s hair to avoid looking at her. His admission to any type of feelings for her felt very... uncharacteristic, or more accurately, unvampire.
Branwen grinned a bit, nodding. "I see. It's cute, I like it." Her voice had a slight waver to it, like she was attempting not to turn into a blushing little pile of mush. It was more his actions than his explanation to her. Acting like a school boy with a crush.
Which may or may not have been accurate, but she decided that she didn't want a definitive answer to it. Not right now anyways.
Then Elaine went to bed. We decided that Branwen spent the night hanging out with Eric and ended up sleeping all day with him, skipping school. We're RPing that fun adventure tomorrow 8D