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[suckmysilver]

Characters: Closed to Eric (suckmysilver), Godric (powerofgod), and Vie (gotyourwallet)
Location: Room 1212 of Deck 12
Date: In the minutes following this thread.
Rating: PG-13

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[powerofgod]

Emotion had not been the order of this or any other day - by Godric's recollection - for the better part of a century. That his wrath had been raised and rallied, not only by the actions of his child but also those of the fool Captain, spoke of something within himself he had all but forgotten.

Slowly, surely, Godric was remembering what it was like to be a vampire, with none of the regrets he had borne on the rooftop. His calm was unchanged, but beneath that he felt alive.

"Enter."

He has spoke kindly enough to his child in the days since his arrival. Now was not the time for that.

[suckmysilver]

When Eric entered the room, his gaze remained strictly averted from his maker. The blank stare to the side deferred all power and authority to Godric, as he would have any vampire in his maker's presence behave. All circumstances where he had the right to meet his gaze were absent in the now and he moved without considering himself permitted to raise his eyes

[gotyourwallet]

She lay silent for a moment, body limp but breath picking up with each passing second. The marks on her from the struggle with Eric were already fading, some gone without a trace, others lingering to scar. Her neck was taking a bit more time, having been the most damaged point in the interaction.

And then she woke, eyelids flickering and her brow creasing slightly before shooting open. Vie sat up, sucking in air sharply as she went and reaching immediately for her throat.

"Fa'rein suke'marn!"

Wide eyes search for her attacker but Eric is already gone. She looks instead to Godric, rage evident on her face.

(ooc: 'Fa'rein suke'marn' roughly translates to 'fucking son of a bitch!' 8D)

[powerofgod]

Godric did not look to Eric at his entry. He did not need to. The bond between them was conduit enough for his displeasure. Eric knew full well that this matter was not closed between them, and that it would be dealt with later. He also knew better than to comment on his ridiculous hair, courtesy of the captain's puerile sense of humour.

He did not speak until his child had slunk from the room, and even then he waited for the girl to return to herself. At her words - likely a colorful epithet by the vehemence with which she spoke them - he inclined his head.

"If you've no aversion to it, drinking my blood will spare you the scarring, and accelerate your healing."

He spoke without inflection, without moving from the chair in which he sat. Though her regenerative abilities were not unimpressive - he was as privy to Eric's feeding habits as anyone had a right to be - he knew how badly her throat must have been damaged.