Eric Northman (i_bite) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-01-11 23:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | dinah lance, eric northman |
Here comes the sun (Dinah)
Baba had, of course, stayed with him after the sun had made it's way high into the sky to make sure that when he stepped out into it, he didn't accidentally kill himself. The point of this test was not to see how long it would take him to fry with her blood, but to see if he could exist in the daylight because of it.
It had been like a miracle to him.
To see the sun, full and dazzling, blinding. Hot. The day turned out to be cloudless. It had been difficult for him to move at first, not because any of it hurt, but because of how much it didn't. He had felt stuck for just a little while, standing there, and looking up into something that he had not seen in such a long time. The sun, despite how he'd wondered if it would, had not changed from when he'd been human. He knew that it only seemed brighter and hotter because he'd not been caught in it for so long.
When it was clear to them both that he wasn't even going to end up with the bleeds, Baba went on her way and blessed him toward having as much fun as he possibly could. How long would this last, after all? He admittedly had not given much thought to how she might be responding to certain things. If she could feel his wonder. It would be an oversight he would correct the next time he saw her.
The first person he wanted to interact with was somebody he'd never really stopped playing with since the day they'd met. He'd stolen Dinah's phone long enough to get a look at her number, and had ever since been sending her profane texts and naughty pictures that didn't show his face, but showed plenty else. There were even one or two in there where he'd had partners, though their identities were well hidden. Eric knew that Dinah must have gone through many attempts at stopping his deluge, but either the City didn't want it to stop or it didn't care what she wanted, because he never got any notice at all that his number was blocked or his messages bounced.
With a smile on his face, Eric made his way to Sherwood Florist. Oh, he couldn't wait to see the look in her eyes. He found he had to wear sunglasses against the brightness of the day, but other than that and his extreme paleness, looked as if he belonged with all the other 9-5 citizens.