i_bite in we_coexist
At Home (Baba, maybe Pam?)
The castle felt a lot more fitting to him than any of the residences he'd taken up within the City to date. More than the hotel room he had shared with Baba, more than the hidden day place he kept even now, just in case. More than Fangtasia, certainly more now that it was Purgatory. And definitely more than Baba's weird little cabin - which followed him around as he walked the grounds of the castle like a puppy.
It wasn't just because of his royal bloodline, the fact that he should have been a king in a former life. It wasn't even the fact that he was pretty much a king now. A king with a queen he'd waited centuries for.
The place was just... right.
Of course, even with a place that was right, there was something missing. He hadn't seen Logan in a while, and worse, he couldn't feel Logan within the City anymore. There was just a void where the boy had once been. It wasn't, admittedly, as large a gap as it would have been had this been Pam, his first progeny would always be his favorite, no matter who came along. But Eric couldn't deny that he had a fondness for Logan that had been growing since the first time they'd met. And he had filled a strange, previously unknown Viking need to sire a male heir.
Given that Pam could, and would, be able to take over completely and with authority and ability should anything happen to him, it was an absurd need to have at all. Still, that very ancient pride had welled up after Logan's making.
The vampire sat, brooding a little, in a vast living area that had a giant fireplace. He'd lit the wood within, even though it wasn't cold and he'd never particularly feel the need for a fire. There was a large wingbacked chair situated directly in front of the warmth. He was planted in it, staring at nothing.
It wasn't just because of his royal bloodline, the fact that he should have been a king in a former life. It wasn't even the fact that he was pretty much a king now. A king with a queen he'd waited centuries for.
The place was just... right.
Of course, even with a place that was right, there was something missing. He hadn't seen Logan in a while, and worse, he couldn't feel Logan within the City anymore. There was just a void where the boy had once been. It wasn't, admittedly, as large a gap as it would have been had this been Pam, his first progeny would always be his favorite, no matter who came along. But Eric couldn't deny that he had a fondness for Logan that had been growing since the first time they'd met. And he had filled a strange, previously unknown Viking need to sire a male heir.
Given that Pam could, and would, be able to take over completely and with authority and ability should anything happen to him, it was an absurd need to have at all. Still, that very ancient pride had welled up after Logan's making.
The vampire sat, brooding a little, in a vast living area that had a giant fireplace. He'd lit the wood within, even though it wasn't cold and he'd never particularly feel the need for a fire. There was a large wingbacked chair situated directly in front of the warmth. He was planted in it, staring at nothing.