Eric Northman (virgovamp) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-07-01 13:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, {eric northman, {sookie stackhouse |
Characters: Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman
When: Sunday morning (6 A.M. is still dark enough for Eric to be safe, okay?)
Location: Their room
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Summary: It’s Sookie’s birthday and naturally Eric is prepared for this, but he didn’t leave her those sweets. Overtly proper English ensues.
Status: Closed, ongoing.
Eric figured he was chancing it a little – it wasn’t as if the windows were tempered to keep him from being burned by the sunlight, but it was a special occasion. He figured he could withstand a burn or two if it meant seeing Sookie’s smile first thing in the morning with the beginnings of a sunrise behind her. He’d even go so far as to compare her to a valkyrja at the risk of sounding clichéd, but first all he had to do was reach beneath the mattress without waking her. She wasn’t exactly a light sleeper, but he knew just what kind of peas would wake his princess up so to speak. Luckily, she needed a step ladder to cuff him – he was all for her mussing his hair in the throes of dark and intense sexual passion, but there were some pet peeves he just couldn’t get past.
This was all providing her phone didn’t wake her first since he figured the second Meg and the other girls got a look at the ice, everyone would be crying ‘White Walkers’ in all caps. He didn’t share with the rest of the class, but he knew the books were making the rounds within their little group. Considering he liked to read as much as the next person, curiosity had gotten the better of him, but he wasn’t about to squeal about it like a twelve year old girl on epinephrine.
Once he’d found the small black velvet box, he stood up and placed it on the nightstand where she was likely to see it. If she woke before he came back however – vampires needed breakfast too after all and if he left at full speed, he was sure he could go to the infirmary and back in time. Yet as he left, he overlooked one very small, but important detail. The box of sweets beside her was not one of his gifts to her.