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Pam Swynford De Beaufort ([personal profile] lazy_but_loyal) wrote2017-07-17 08:50 am
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OOM - At Fangtasia with Eric

[Continued from here.]

Pam opens the Staff Only door onto the main room of Fangtasia. It's empty and quiet, though some of the lights are still on, illuminating the dance poles and the stage.

The stage glows a deep blood red, the throne stands without its sheriff.

Pam drifts toward the edge of the room. She keeps her distance from Eric, knowing that the smell of rotting flesh upsets him as much as it would anyone.

"This is your nightclub, Eric."
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-18 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He gratefully accepts the change of topic.

"I left my clothes by the lake. When I went swimming," he says.
Which doesn't really explain it.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-18 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, they said there were alligators there. But I didn't see any."

It had been sort of disappointing.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-18 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, it was in the morning. Or like - There was this fairy? And I drank her." He frowns a little. "Which was bad because Sookie liked her. Anyway, I ran around for a bit. And then I went swimming."

A pause.

"The water was really nice."
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-19 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
"No..? I mean, a little bit. But then Sookie came with this."

He picks at the blanket. And then he dcowls.
"And a stupid werewolf."
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-19 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
He sulks.

"I did go back," he says. "I'm not a child."

To be told what to do.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-19 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why?" he asks, trailing after her.
Even though he is secretly relief.

He doesn't like it down here.
And she is making him nervous.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-19 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He follows her and when she stops and opens the door, he hesitates.

More chains?

There aren't.
There's a desk and a chair. Shelves cluttered with books and papers. Cardboard boxes.

And something on one of the shelves. He steps closer, lured in by a faint glimmer.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-19 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
He reaches for it, letting a finger glide along the dark golden crown.

"I don't remember this," he murmurs.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-20 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
He closes his eyes, letting the sensation of the cool metal beneath his fingertips grow till it fills his world.

"I don't remember any of that," he whispers. "Just the sea. And the sand."

A pause.

"And the sun."

And he misses it. Even more so now.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-20 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks at her veiled face.

They'd been surprised that he couldn't remember her, Jay and Emcee. But he doesn't remember her.
There isn't even an outline, a hole where the memory of her ought to be.

His mind is the ocean. Depths and sunlight and no empty spaces for anything that once was.

"I remember a ship," he says slowly. "A sail. Striped in red and white."

But no battles. No carnage. No blood.
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-20 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head.

"No. Emcee thought I would. Because he was my Maker?"

Right?
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[personal profile] onceaviking 2017-07-20 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He squirms a little, uncomfortable with being put on the spot.
And obviously failing whatever this test is.

"I did?"

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