Pam (i_wearpink) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-06-13 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | eric northman, pamela ravenscroft |
Witchy woman do it for ya? (Pam/Eric log)
(happens the night after this)
Pam sat in Eric’s office, or more their office. She often used the room for business; at least she had until they came here. There wasn’t much need for it now. The petite vampire was still getting used to that idea. She wasn’t one given to pacing, so when she needed to think or wait, she would sit or stand perfectly still and...wait. There was no blinking, no twitching; she seemed a vampy little statue.
It wasn’t until he entered the office after seeing the woman off that Pam actually moved; actually, it wasn’t until minutes after he had entered the office she decided to move or speak.
“That woman is not human.” It was a simple statement.
“She feels old. And she has magic.” Two more statements.
“You were jealous of her. Of her and the boy.” She finally turned a little to look at him. Her eyes focused definitely on him. “What is she to you?”
She’d gotten very little information about this Baba, and she was beginning to wonder if Eric wasn’t developing a strange name fetish. She supposed it was better than other fetishes she’d found in the vampire community.
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Eric paused for a moment at the door from the barrage of questions that were thrown his way. He’d known that Pam would be curious, but he hadn’t thought that she would jump on him the moment that they had a second alone. He’d met Baba at his day place after the boy had walked her home.
“She is not.” Eric agreed with Pam’s assessment of Baba not being human. “She is a fable. A story. Her magic is incredible.”
He didn’t like that Pam had noted that jealousy, but there was nothing to be done about it. It had happened, and they were too connected to ignore such things. The door had shut behind him, but he didn’t move closer to the desk. Not yet.
“What she is to me is … “ Eric paused and tried to come up with a word for it. He was finding himself unable. “My mate. My significant other. My partner. My equal. I was jealous of the boy because I hadn’t known that she would look at him that way. She has other playmates, but it isn’t quite the same with that one.”
He didn’t know quite how to explain that, either.
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“You were never jealous of me.” Perhaps oddly, Pam did not sound at all sad or accusatory. It was a simple fact. “But, you did look at me that way.” Her lips curved slightly in an almost soft smile.
“It is the look of a maker.” She did not believe that the magic woman was Hannibal’s maker, but the look was one she had proudly seen on Eric’s face when he was giving her guidance and she had done as he’d directed.
“Though perhaps she does not feel you are her equal? She wishes something younger to keep her busy when you are working.” It was a tease meant for humor as much as test. Her head tilted ever so slightly as she waited to see what sort of punishment/reaction she might get.
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Eric hadn’t thought of that, of Baba looking at Hannibal like she was his maker. Now that he thought back on it, he supposed that Pam was right. She had been proud of the boy. Eric was sure that there was nothing going on with them as there was with Hank, because she would have said so. Even still, he hadn’t been quite ready for that expression. Resolving it now in the terms that Pam had just defined made him feel more at ease.
Eric rolled his eyes at his progeny. “If she didn’t feel that way, she would have said so. She’s not the type of female to mince words.” He smiled a little. “Much like you.”
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“I see.” Pam shifted her position on the couch, though it was unnecessary. She stretched slowly out, looking more the vamp that was expected of a woman in the dress she wore. Her lips pouted ever so slightly, a hint of fang. It was just for show.
“Should I be jealous or happy for you?” The fangs disappeared as she sat up a little. It was an honest question, and the age seemed to slip away. She was the young curious girl he’d turned long ago. She had known of different couples, but none like Eric’s with the magic woman.
“If you were human, would she be your soulmate?” The curious look bled quickly to the teasing once more. “Your one true love?” Perhaps she was trying to push buttons, see how far she could press him on this subject.
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“I would say happy, but obviously I cannot control how you feel.” Eric finally went to the desk and took his seat in the chair behind it. He watched Pam carefully as he moved, trying to determine what she was getting at with all of this.
“I suppose you could say that. How often is it that you meet somebody you feel you have an equal partnership with? She has power, as do I. We both have age. We’ve shared blood enough to be bonded.”
It wasn’t that Eric was reluctant to say how he felt about Baba Yaga, he was just unsure of the words to use. He knew what his feelings were, those were very clear to him. But to put a voice to them, to try to explain them, he found himself a little frustrated at his inability. It shouldn’t have been so difficult.
“She is mine. Though, not my human, obviously.”
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“I am happy for you. Though she can now be used against you.” Pam knew that any attachment may mean liability, but this was different. “It doesn’t matter how powerful she is.” The petite vampire sat up finally, dropping the vamp act. She stood and walked round the desk to sit on the edge facing him.
“I never wanted to be your...” Her hand lifted as she was just as lost to what the pair would be called as Eric was. She didn’t think Eric was worried about such things, or if he was, he didn’t seem to be expressing such.
“You are my maker” followed with pride. It was simply how things were established. “But, if she hurts you, or becomes a nuisance, I will hate her and plot some way to avenge you, especially if she brings about your death, even if indirectly. I do not feel anything toward her other than wary, but she does not feel...frail and human. So, she is acceptable...
“From what little I know of her.” The last was added as a not so subtle suggestion that she needed to know more.
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Eric nodded. “Which is precisely why we don’t go around being open about it most of the time. I worry that somebody might use her to get to me. Alternately, I suppose they could use me to get to her, but it’s not the most obvious of the choices. People don’t generally know who she is. I know I have an entire team of people looking to remove me from existence. I don’t want them thinking they can harm her.”
He smiled at his progeny. “I would expect nothing less from you. What would you like to know about her?”
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“Everything. Including this group that wishes you dead.” It was simple and to the point. She would not let that bit of information go. The petite vampire was angry for various reasons; Eric was always getting himself in and out of trouble, but to not be told such was a little frustrating. How was she to look after him? Their relationship was very mutual when it came to ass covering.
Eric didn’t tell his progeny all that he knew of the small woman Baba Yaga, but he told her a great deal. Pam accepted what he shared, and supposed that she would one day know all; Eric had never kept much from her in their time together. He was a schemer, a planner, but he rarely if ever withheld from her. She usually took part in the planning, even if it was only execution.
He told her as much as he knew of the group, and she said she would look further into it. Really, how much trouble could she possibly get into?
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“Be careful around them.” He cautioned of the group. “I’m fairly sure I know which ones they are, as I said. One of them is named Bill, he’s a human. He seems to know what our weaknesses are, though he’s not very smart about anything.”
That Eric hated the Human Bill would be evident to Pam, not just because of their link. She’d known him long enough to see the spark of it in his eyes and hear it in his tone of voice where others might have heard nothing.
“I don’t mind you trying to find out more about them, or causing them trouble. Though for the fun of it, I’d suggest you stay away from Dinah.” Eric dragged out his phone and tossed it to Pam. Pretty much the only thing he used it for was to send Dinah dirty texts and naughty photos that revealed no faces. He thought that she would find humor in that.
“Whatever you do, they’re likely to blame on me.” It wasn’t a warning or anything that said she couldn’t have fun, but he did want her to keep that in mind before she went out and slaughtered anyone. They both enjoyed violence too much for him to think that wasn’t on her mind.