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Hello, My Old Heart // Eric & Sookie

girlbehindthebar:

 

"I…I don’t know." She answered him, not completely sure what had transpired to make her come to realize how sorry she truly was and how much she loved him for him. The vampire who could put fear in her but she wasn’t very afraid of. Someone she trusted who had her back when she needed him without fail. Someone who had held her close and promised he’d always protect her and loved her. Saved him.

Sookie found her gaze trapped in his own and she walked up to him slowly, not being able to stop herself from moving. She should have stayed put. Hell, maybe she shouldn’t have come here placing all of her feelings on the table for him to see. Emotions were often considered weaknesses, were they not? But this was Eric. Someone she found that she could bare her weaknesses to.

"I think that I’ve just been so tired of people telling me how to feel and who I should and shouldn’t love, that I needed to stop listening to them and find out for myself how I feel. You know how many times Tara and Jason whispered in my ear not to be with Bill? And then Tara telling me that you were just as bad?" Sookie wasn’t trying to hurt him with that, she only wanted him to see her side of things. "I’m done though. I’m done with everyone telling me what to feel because I am my own person and I’ll love who I want."

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The Eric who had existed only a few short months ago would have been blissfully delighted to hear such words come from Sookie’s lips. The Eric that existed now was almost a bit saddened by them. For as much as he still wanted her to live her life for her and only her, he did not want the caring thoughts and actions of her loved ones to fall on deaf ears. Eric knew all too well what happened when you chose to ignore the warnings of those who cared for your safety. 

Was that simply an extension of his own musings though? He may have suggested certain things to Sookie, warned her of the ways of particular people in her life, but somehow he couldn’t compare the two. He knew what it was like to be a part of the supernatural world; he knew very well. What may have seemed unsafe to the human mind was not anything to fear once you learned to control it. Sookie had the strength within her; Eric had witnessed it before. He knew that she could do whatever she put her mind to if she tried. She did not need anyone telling her how to live, directing her where to go, or controlling her actions. 

"Are you sure you won’t regret this?" The question came suddenly and unexpectedly. It wasn’t at all like Eric was attempting to deter her from carrying this decision through… Quite the opposite actually. He would love to see her do something for her for once. “So, what will Sookie Stackhouse do now?” A blond brow moved a fraction of an inch as he watched her, waiting.

can ppl please tell me if I owe them/if they still would like to play with Eric?

srry for the losses D:

tagged: #happy days

I PASSED ALL OF MY TEACHING EXAMS AND IN APPX. ONE MONTH I WILL BE A LICENSED TEACHER!

i am locked || Claric

soufflegirlxclara:

She giggled a little — was that the first time she had giggled tonight? She didn’t know — and was relieved when he started making jokes. Well — teasing her, in the very least. It was more… Eric, to her. It somehow made things easier and let things begin to slide back into a more normal atmosphere, despite the fact the word 'wreckers' kept swimming round in her mind. They wouldn’t be — in the end — they wouldn’t be. It would be normal in the end. As normal as it could get when a mortal and an immortal were paired up. Sort of.

"Hmmm, not really. It’s only productive if it’s Ant and Dec — which it wasn’t," she pouted at him in a mock manor. Where did they go from here, again?

"Hmm," he gave a hum and a nod of agreement even though Eric had absolutely no idea what Clara was referring to. He didn’t watch television. He didn’t do most of the things that would give merit to any idle chit-chat he could hope to have with people. He wasn’t into small talk. Could it be that he was actually trying to engage Clara in small talk right at this very moment? Eric did not want that; he did not want their relationship to be dictated by meaningless conversations about TV and the weather and politics. Yuck. The thought almost made Eric shudder.

He ought to leave her be for the night— she was probably tired and he had visited without notice… “I should let you get some sleep. It’s getting late.” And Eric felt good about what they had managed to accomplish tonight. Give it another hour and his big mouth could easily ruin that.

tagged: #jorohart
jorohart whispered: Jo raised her hand to knock but hesitated. She was in a low mood, feeling sad and lonely and she didn't know why she had gone to Eric's apartment. After several moments of silent debate, Jo tapped lightly on the door.

jorohart:

thevikingnorthman:

Someone had been stalling outside of his door for a time now. Eric knew it was Jo; he knew her scent now, and it lingered here. He didn’t go to answer her call until she mustered up the courage to knock though.

With a small grin he looked down at the woman. “What a surprise,” he purred before opening the door wide. “Come in.” 

Slender fingers picked at the hem of the neat pencil skirt that Jo was wearing. She was embarrassed over everything that was happening at work, even though she had nothing to be embarrassed of. “Um, last week he grabbed my arm and didn’t let go when I tried to pull away, but today he put his arm around my waist.” It sounded like nothing when Jo said it out loud, but the whole thing had disturbed Jo. “And he wouldn’t let me go even when I asked him to. It wasn’t until someone else came in that he let go.”

Eric didn’t like the sound of that but honestly it was mostly what he had been expecting. Men were pigs— even mortal ones. Perhaps especially mortal ones. He heaved an aggravated sigh and felt himself slump deeper into the couch. “It sounds like he is terrorizing you. Is there anything you can do about it?” Can do and willing to do were two totally different things. She wouldn’t want to risk her job or her good standing with people, Eric was sure. Especially if this man was likely to threaten her.

tagged: #godricofgaul

godricofgaul:

Those words sank into silent consideration. Godric made no move. There was nothing wrong with what Eric had confessed. Godric had known that very fact previously—if it really could be considered a fact at all; it was really more of a strongly evidenced opinion. 

Many quiet moments passed until the ancient spoke again. 

"It is not a weakness to love." A lesson it had taken himself much too long to learn. "It is not a weakness to serve, or trust, or respect either… You placed your survival in my hands. You are merely vulnerable to me.” Vulnerable to any decision Godric had ever made or could ever make. Vulnerable to trust him so blindly— not that it had done Eric any real harm. It had taken Godric a very long time to choose a worthy progeny. He had not wanted to fail as his own maker had. 

There was really nothing Eric could do about that either. It could have been much worse. As far as makers went, Eric hardly had anything to complain for. Godric had been strict with him, yes— perhaps even cruel at times. It hadn’t been malicious though, and it hadn’t meant to hurt Eric in order to destroy him. Why would a maker even bother to create something as a waste of their time anyway? 

As far as makers went, Godric had succeeded where his own maker had failed a thousand-fold. It was perhaps the largest reason why Eric had found it so difficult to part ways. He had tried it at odd intervals but some sort of magnetic power always drew him back to the wise man in the strange boy’s body. It was as if Eric had to know what Godric was up to— he was always up to something. 

"Perhaps that is why it made parting from you so difficult. I did not want that vulnerability out of my sight when it was far from out of my mind. I wanted to control it as best as I could." Even if that was hardly at all.

tagged: #jorohart
jorohart whispered: Jo raised her hand to knock but hesitated. She was in a low mood, feeling sad and lonely and she didn't know why she had gone to Eric's apartment. After several moments of silent debate, Jo tapped lightly on the door.

jorohart:

thevikingnorthman:

Someone had been stalling outside of his door for a time now. Eric knew it was Jo; he knew her scent now, and it lingered here. He didn’t go to answer her call until she mustered up the courage to knock though.

With a small grin he looked down at the woman. “What a surprise,” he purred before opening the door wide. “Come in.” 

Jo sniffled lightly and nodded. She sat on the couch, close enough to that her leg was brushed against Eric’s. “I…” Did she want to tell Eric? She had already told Godric a little bit of what was happening at work, but it had gotten worse. 

Sighing heavily, Jo looked down at her hands. “There’s this man at work and…well, he’s been a little forward…”

" ‘Forward’ ?" What was Eric supposed to make of that? Clearly it was bothering Jo, whatever this man was doing to her at work. Eric knew little of what happened in a human work environment besides what he had read in the news. A lot of it had to do with power struggles it seemed. It all seemed despicable.

He almost didn’t want to ask… “What has he been doing?”

i am locked || Claric

soufflegirlxclara:

Clara nodded, her smile now becoming broader. “Well — like I said, if you want to stay here — you’re— you’re welcome to,” now that the air had been cleared, she was beginning to feel more normal. Well, as normal as she could be when around the person she had a serious thing for. She was stuttering like an idiot and her cheeks were turning pink with every word she said. So Clara moved back to the other side of the kitchen, picking up her mug of tea — it was still nice and warm — before taking a sip from it. She turned to face Eric again.

"Very literally my tea time," she raised the cup to him. "I wasn’t really doing much anyway. Just watching rubbishy Saturday night telly. I guess this was more productive," Clara shrugged, letting out a light laugh.

There still remained some tension in the air between them. Eric supposed that was not like to disappear easily or any time soon. It would be something they would have to learn to breath in in the mean time. Things would get better; easier. At least that was what seemed the optimistic way to think.

His shoulders lifted in a slight shrug. “I don’t know. I always believed watching trash TV was a very productive way to end one’s night,” he teased.