Pam Swynford De Beaufort (
lazy_but_loyal) wrote2014-12-20 01:28 pm
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OOM - Pam's room
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Pam has no qualms about simply taking what she wants from humans. The humans who don't matter to her. Which are 99% of them. But sometimes one or two stand out, like Yvetta back home, or even Ginger to a degree. She's learned to treat Jay a little better, because he has a connection to Eric.
And Jemma, well... It just wouldn't feel right to take her blood and not give something back, even if she offered to help.
(In the old days, they could just grab someone off the street, drain them to within an inch of their life, glamour them and leave them in an anemic heap. Good times.)
So it's with this in mind that Pam opens the door to her room. She lets Jemma in first, following her inside, and then closes the door behind Eric.
Her room is as it has always been since they were last here. Same warm lighting, same huge comfortable bed.
Eric has already had a small taste of Jemma from the wrist. Pam figures he might want to go for the usual, less formal method via the throat. She's not overly concerned, no. But she will watch carefully. Eric is hungry, and just like herself, he can get carried away.
Pam has no qualms about simply taking what she wants from humans. The humans who don't matter to her. Which are 99% of them. But sometimes one or two stand out, like Yvetta back home, or even Ginger to a degree. She's learned to treat Jay a little better, because he has a connection to Eric.
And Jemma, well... It just wouldn't feel right to take her blood and not give something back, even if she offered to help.
(In the old days, they could just grab someone off the street, drain them to within an inch of their life, glamour them and leave them in an anemic heap. Good times.)
So it's with this in mind that Pam opens the door to her room. She lets Jemma in first, following her inside, and then closes the door behind Eric.
Her room is as it has always been since they were last here. Same warm lighting, same huge comfortable bed.
Eric has already had a small taste of Jemma from the wrist. Pam figures he might want to go for the usual, less formal method via the throat. She's not overly concerned, no. But she will watch carefully. Eric is hungry, and just like herself, he can get carried away.
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He can feel her just on the other side of the door.
And he sees what he feels mirrored when she finally does open the door. Not looking him in the eye. Her jaw telling of words she is keeping back.
He has failed her. By being rash. By being weak.
"Pamela."
He no longer sounds tired. Or sad. He sounds - neutral.
A little flat perhaps.
"Look at me."
It's not a suggestion.
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She would never disobey him even for the littlest things, and even as her jaw remains set, she looks at him without defiance.
But she does look to him for strength, for certainty, something to hold onto. Because if he can't give her at least that during a time like this, then she's as lost as he is.
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He holds her gaze.
"If he attacks first, I will glean why I need to know to defeat him. He will reveal himself, because he cannot hold back. And I will win."
He believes this. In theory.
It's a sound principle when it comes to conflict, be it a brawl or war.
And he sounds like he believes it.
And he does.
Apart from the last sentence.
But he pushes that down. She does not need his doubt.
"But I will need you at my back, Pamela. And I will not need questions."
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It's one thing for him to promise to protect her. But he has to find a way to save himself as well.
"I will always have your back, Eric."
He should have no doubts about this whatsoever.
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"I know that," he whispers.
"But I will need you to be strong. He might try to get to me through you."
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"He has to try first."
She would die for him if it came to that.
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He knows.
It weighs on him like the weight of the world.
he would have died for Godric - a thousand times over
The tears are gone.
He knows they were there.
"He'll be a fool to try."
Smiling at her. Just a little.
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In a soft but level voice she says, "I know at this point we can't make promises to each other that we can't keep, but I don't want to disappoint you."
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"You have never," he says, quietly and intensely, "disappointed me. Never."
Things have happened over the years. But he has been to blame for them.
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"Whatever happens, I am not going to let you down."
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"I know."
Not making promises on his own behalf. But trusting hers.
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She's silent for a while, feeling a little more certain about where they stand.
"You should get some rest."
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He gives her a parting squeeze and steps away. "I will leave something for Jemma too."
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As he slips his arms from around her, she regards him with a skeptical but teasing look.
"Can I trust you to get her something nice without my help?"
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Mostly mock, anyway.
And he does.
Sometimes, it's just rather bad.
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But she loves him all the same for it.
"You have taste because I put it there," she says, still smirking, still teasing, as she leans in and delicately pokes his chest with a finger.
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"You do," he relents. "You do." Reaching over to tuck at a lock of her hair.
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She pats his chest.
"Well, I'll be around," she says quietly, all teasing gone. "Maybe I'll catch up with you later."
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"Yes," he says.
" Do that. "
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And she turns to head for her vanity table and her makeup, where she settles down in front of the mirror and sorts out how she wants to look today.
She'll be strong for Eric. She'll be everything he wants her to be. And she won't let him down. She will promise him this, even if he can't promise her anything in return.