Eric woke a bit before dusk. It wasn't new. He'd done so from time to time. More so the last week. It was a pleasant wake up as well. It was new (Still occurring frequently this last week) to wake warm. There was a weight across him, hot form pressed against his side tight. Pale hair over his rich colored sheets.

Faelyn was curled to his side, brow pressed to his ribs. She'd tucked her legs up to be smaller, hand rested on his middle. One of Godric's linen shirts was worn like a dress on her.

Here, here he could see the dark marks under her eyes. He could see the slight shows of malnutrition as before. She must have been sleep walking again. His door was open. Rug out of place due to dragging feet. Her own blanket was half on the edge of the bed. She let out a sound, nearly a purr, nuzzling against his side.

In her room, a steady tune was heard. Another of her many odd tones and tunes for her phone. She groans, waking some. She was moving before she was actually awake. Seemed a natural reaction to get the phone even while sleeping.

It was some sort of song that he'd never heard before. Strange, but oddly it was something he could see in her eclectic mix of sounds and songs.

She shambled out, hand tiredly fisted to rub her eye. She must have staggered into something in her room. There was a solid thump and hissed curse.

"Yellow."

Eric sat up finally. He was unsure of how to react to such a situation with her. Pushing it off, as he had the other day and the day before, he got up to dress and ready for the night. It didn't stop him from listening in on her call.

"Up, up, girl. Rise and shine. Whatever it is they say now."

Eric didn't recognize the voice. There was a smoothness to it that belayed a pure confidence in self in every way possible. He heard the yawn on her end, head possibly thumping the wall or her dresser.

"I don' wanna."

"Too bad, girl. You're going out. Plans were made. Official and whatnot."

"Yeah, well. Fuck the police."

Eric cocked a grin, smoothing his hair with gel. The male seemed to muse.

"Is this used as a tell off or is it a pointed thing that has nothing to do with this with a purpose to show a lack of care?"

Fae sighs, groaning a bit. "Right. I'm up. What now?"

"Get dressed. I shall get you off the main road."

"Anything matter?"

"Perhaps something nice and easy to move in. Now, hurry."

Eric took his time, moving to sit in the living room. Fae fumbled about in her room. He took the time to check his phone for messages and mail. It wasn't long before Pam was up too. Fae moved down the steps a bit later. She'd put on nice black slacks with a sheer blouse in black. A white bustier was worn under it. Rather nice looking to say the least. She'd even opted for a pair of vibrant red heels to add a splash of color to the dark attire.

She'd gone as far as putting on make up to hide the bags at her eyes and give a natural sort of look, lips a red to match the heels.

"Date?"

He didn't bother to look up from his phone, fingers flashing at a blur to respond to an email.

"Nah," she tiredly responds. "Can I get a ride to the main road?"

"You could get there yourself."

"Come on, Eric," she pouts, flopping on the couch to rest her face on folded hands. "I'm super tired."

"That matters to me, why?"

"Cause I'm super tired from staying up for your crap."

"Doing your job."

"I will hide your 'vette."

He shoots his gaze to her then. It was a stern look of challenge.

"Feed me."

She hisses a breath in through her teeth. Stock still, she let her eyes flick about. There was a wince, not pained, but apologetic.

"Something else. But it's not out of your way."

"Come on then."

She hopped up after he did, following at his heels. It was a quiet short ride. He spared glances to her. She seemed to not notice, eyes a bit far off as she stared into the trees with a sort of longing. A breath left her, not quite a sigh.

"Is Godric coming back?"

"He's returned to his Area. He's other things to deal with than you."

Her eyes snap toward him, anger burning there for only a moment before melting away to that distant gaze as she turns away quickly.

"Hoping he will take you back?"

There was a slight bite to his words. She sagged against the door, seeming almost depressed.

"Eric."

He slowed a bit, glancing at her. She was looking to the dark ahead of them.

"Just stop. Please just stop."

He pulled the car to a stop, shifting to better look to her. There was a faint quirk at her lips, eyes flicking to the dash.

"I didn't mean really stop the car," she utters lowly.

Her eyes flick up, locking on his. He could see the hints of pain she tried to hide with false cheer and distractions.

"I meant stop hounding me on Godric. It's platonic. I couldn't think of him as more than a friend or a brother, possibly father figure. Just stop acting like there is something there that isn't."

"The way you go on about him, it could hardly be platonic. Or the way you fawn upon him."

"I'm utterly comfortable with him, Eric. I can't help that. If Sook wasn't a prude, I'd do the same things to her."

He says nothing to that, leaning on his arm on the door, fingers to the wheel. She looked away, letting hair fall between them as if to shield from his gaze.

"You're still hung up on him."

Her eyes flick back, faintly frowning in confusion. "Who?"

"That Ben."

Her eyes shut, looking away as if she wished nothing of the name. "Just drop me off at the end of the drive, Eric."

There was a tightness to her words, anger and pain. He shifts gears, ready to start forward again.

"And will you tell this story to Godric?"

Her left hand lifts, fingers touching her temple. Only to jerk it away as she seemed to notice something about it. It was shoved down quick, fingers curling in. He didn't miss the metal about one specific finger, crude for a ring.

"It's too early for this, Eric," she cuts, tone finally giving way to harshness.

His hand reaches out. She jerked against the door, eyes set upon him with startle. Her hand was tossed away out of reach.

"Don't."

He frowns, eyes narrowed at her reaction. "Tell me, Faelyn."

She set her anger upon him. "Just drop it."

"That's a wedding band, Faelyn."

"So fucking what?"

Her voice was lifting now. Heat from her escalating. She was holding back that change to her true side.

"That's a big deal. It's not your way."

Her jaw clenches and slacks, rolling. The hand fell into her hair, elbow resting to the seat. Her eyes were away.

"You've been avoiding your family. Did you think I wouldn't ask after such a drastic change to character?"

"This is the worst time to try to bring this up, Northman."

"You're avoiding."

"Because it fucking hurts!" She cries furiously at him.

His chin lifted. He knew good and well she wasn't mad at him. But she'd changed into her other side in that yell. She panted breath, hands clenching at her lap in a desperate attempt to calm.
"He left you."

"They fucking killed him," she whispers.

He stiffened then. There was a long quiet where she sort of controlled herself. She pushed it all away, head tilted back to look toward the stars. She was tapping in the pattern Godric had used for her.

"Later. Just-later, Eric. Somebody is waiting for me."

The car slowly rolls forward, moving to the end of the drive again. Nothing was said. Waiting at the end of the drive on the shoulder of the main road, her side, was a white Porsche with black accents. The top was down, showing the deep red interior and the white hair of the driver. Pure white hair with a white top on and pale skin.

Fae got out of the car quickly, moving as quick as her heels allowed on the gravel while her hands pated down her pockets to check her stuff. She'd lit up at the sight, showing laughter in her eyes.

"I really think you take this white thing too seriously," she calls out, actually laughing now. "Did you seriously call me from right there?"

The male turned a bit as if to show he was listening, focus ahead still.

"Hurry along."

"That's not a denial, man. What the hell is wrong with you?"

She opened the door, slipping in to reach over and give a pat at his cheek. A sort of rough show of affection. The hand was swept away with a male chuckle.

"Coming from you? I think I've more reason for my own problems."

"And I don't?" she counters, clicking her belt into place as the engine cries to life.

"Is it that again? It did work out, did it not?"

And he was slamming the gas hard, ripping down the road fast with her girlish cries of joy. Eric was hot on their tail. He quickly caught up and over took them. The male wasn't even trying to put it to pace. He just seemed to be a speeder.

Fae was laughing as he neared, shifting hard to pass. Her hand lifts, waving with wiggling fingers and a flirting smile. The male spared hardly a glance, music blaring. The man was one of the most attractive in a beautifully handsome way he'd seen in his time. Perfect as a statue of the gods of Greece or Rome.

And Eric shifted to the last gear, belting past and away to her giggling at something.