Damaia (i_cast) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-03-21 21:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | baba yaga, eric northman, stand still |
A few flowers for my sweet (Eric)
Eric had tried to get her to come out of the cabin. He had been concerned, which was endearing. He had checked on her regularly. He had even done so when he knew that she wouldn't be the young vibrant Red; she'd be the crone that haunted some nightmares. She had come out of hiding now and then, and had almost been tempted to lock him away in her cabin with her; yet, she always went back to hiding, no matter how long she might have stayed with him.
Now, she was out. The crone had that youthful glow only her kind of power could give her, and she was ready to see the Viking king in public once more. She had found a very small way to thank him, outside the usual donation and wonderful experience in sharing their blood.
She'd left a very strong note for him through one of his many human staff. The girl had knelt at the door the vampire usually visited for hours, waiting on him. The message? "Find me." It was simple, and she had a feeling with his ability to be out and about in sunlight, he'd hear soon enough.
When he did find her, she was settled on a bench in an inappropriate for the weather sundress that was awful thin even if it had been the usual comfortable temperature. She sat on the bench so very still, her hands folded on her lap. She did have a bit of a chill, but she could wait. Where was the crone waiting for her Viking king? Outside the botanical garden, of course.