Pam Swynford De Beaufort (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lazy_but_loyal) wrote2017-07-17 08:50 am
lazy_but_loyal) wrote2017-07-17 08:50 am
Entry tags:
- canon,
- eric northman,
- oom,
- s4
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."
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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Instead of the gothic silence of an after-hours Fangtasia, there's the din and chatter of a busy Milliways.
She pulls the door open wider, enough for Eric to pass through. And she looks up at him through the veil, standing partly behind the door. In the shadows.
"Be safe, Eric," she says quietly.
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In the shadows.
"I hope everything works out for you," he says. Shyly. "With - you know."
The rotting face and the witches and everything.
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Almost reminiscent of the type of response the old Eric, the real Eric, would have given.