The things we do out of grief

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Sinric leads Eric out to the garden, both beautiful and eerie in the moonlight. Just as Eric is.

He walks to a spot in the edge of the tree line, not quite where he saw Eric and Athelstan but quite near. "How-" He cuts himself off and tries again. "What would you have of me?"

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[onceaviking]

"It is by far the easiest if I bite your neck," Eric says, his face pale and cold in the moonlight.

And by far the most intimate.


"But -" he nods down at Sinric's bleeding hand, "we should deal with that first."