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Erik Northman (erikbloodred) wrote in utr_logs,

Erik had never been so devoted to one spirit, one entity more than he was to Godric, in all his time of being a vampire. It's true that his devotion was deep and encompassed so many different positions. Brother. Lover. Son. And he still found himself thinking of Godric on occasion, of the nights they spent together when he had just been turned. But he also found himself dwelling on those memories less and less, and turning to the memory of Godric's strength to get him through each passing night of tedium.

In fact, there was rarely tedium in this place. Especially since the memories were being replaced with a joy of life that Erik hadn't felt in hundreds of years. God was incredible in every possible way. There wasn't one sense that he had that she didn't please, and she was an amazing woman, even if she still maintained all her powers and pleasures of being a deity. He loved her - of that there was no doubt - but he was astounded when he tried to find the depth of which he longed for her in her absence, the strength of her draw, the delight of his thoughts of her. Erik found himself smiling more often, and he thought, with a chuckle, as he felt her in his bedroom, that if he were only just a little older, the way he smiled would make those muscles on his face creak with the use of them after so many years of being so serious.

He was wearing nothing special really, just some high-end casual wear suitable to be worn by someone in wealth, the button-down shirt unbuttoned over the tee that clung to his chest and shoulders, and his slacks were well cut. He didn't bother with socks and shoes in his own home, since when he wandered down the hallways, as he was just doing, toward the bedroom, he knew his feet weren't in any particular danger. He leaned against the doorway once he arrived, just taking in the scene of a beautiful woman gracefully sitting on his bed. His beautiful lover and beloved, his God, and his joy.

"You're not serious about the Leia costume, are you?" He gently teased, arms crossed as his shoulder propped him against the frame of the door. "I mean, it's better than turning blue and having tentacles hanging down from your head, but then again, that particular movie franchise never caught my interest. It made space seem like it was already explored entirely."