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God aka Gigi Eriksson [Dogma] (quirkyhumor) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-10-06 14:17:00

Entry tags:

erik northman, god

Who: God and Erik Northman
What: The longest day
When: Starting right now
Where: Erik's mansion
Warnings: Oh yes, plenty.
Rating: NC-17

As soon as she finished her reply to Erik, God closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, gathering the consciousness of the universe around her. Her laptop slid shut noiselessly and slivers of light popped around her. Wind swirled lightly as wisps of her hair slid over her shoulders and with little to no concentration, she removed herself from her rooms in the Vatican to land inside Erik's home, specifically his bedroom. If he wasn't there at the moment, she knew he would be shortly. They had a link, the two of them, one that wasn't conscious or even intentional. It simply existed. It allowed her to feel an intense surge of love everytime Erik thought of her or wanted to see her. And somehow he always knew when she was near. It occurred to her briefly that it might have something to do with the exchange of blood between them that very first time they were together.

Her eyes still closed, she floated to his bed, settling herself on it, her silvery dress falling in soft folds around her as she concentrated a little harder to slow the flow of time in the room. She didn't want it to affect the rest of the world, it wasn't her intention to mess with the fabric of time. She simply desired more time with her beloved, so she altered the passage of time within the room where they would be until further notice.

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erikbloodred
2009-10-07 02:55 am UTC (link)

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."

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