Fluffy little Eric drabble. I can't get enough of that Viking!
Don't own SVM/TrueBlood, they belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball
Who's excited for the premier on Sunday?
Eric POV:
I sincerely enjoyed being able to be in my lover's house without fear of her recanting her invitation. When Sookie finally gave in to me, I felt more invincible than I had in years. I sensed fairy in the house, but did not dare investigate for fear of killing them and upsetting Sookie. In the room with the light tight space (hidey hole as Sookie endearingly called it) there was a tiny human.
He was fast asleep and had the look of innocence and peace only children can achieve. As I watched I noticed he smell vaguely of Sookie, she had clearly spent a large amount of time with him. I could also smell traces of fairy, must be young relative, I thought to myself.
Watching him sleep made me think of my own sons and ache for them for the first time in many many years. I also thought about Sookie and her obvious love of of children. I imagined living in the sunlight with her. She would lay on the green grass in one of her amazing bathing suits and look on as I taught our son how to wield a sword. We would share meals of food together and she would teach him how to be a gentleman at the table. As he grew older, I would teach him the proper way to treat women. Sookie would cry the day he left home with a wife, but I would smile knowing we had raised a great man.
I let myself live in the fantasy for a while longer; imagining the day our son would be born, family gatherings, Sookie smiling by a Christmas tree with a very pregnant belly, the three of us swimming in the North Sea, and a million other moments that would never happen.
The boy stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes. I smiled at him, I wanted to call him 'my son' and tell him to rest well. Instead I swiftly retreated to the space in the closet to retire for the day. I marveled at the images my own mind had just conjured. Never in my thousand years had I desired something so much.
What kind of man is my lover making of me?