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It had started because Dawn smells amazing. Different from Sookie (in every way) and her faerie blood, but amazing in her own right. That she's a pretty little thing hadn't hurt either. It had progressed further because in a place that is as hellish as any Eric had ever been in, Dawn is a piece of sunshine. Eric's had a weakness for sunshine since Godric turned him and he couldn't walk out in the sunlight. Of course, that's different here and it still feels wrong. He still hesitates before stepping out of the shadows and into the sun.
In any case, it matters little why or how this thing between them started. It only matters that it's new and good, at least for Eric. He wouldn't presume to think that he's a good influence (in fact, he's probably the opposite) or piece of Dawn's life. He's a force of destruction, but that works for him here. He's not even bothered by the fact that this thing between them is secret for now. It's not the first secret relationship he's had in the millennium that he's been alive.
Today, he's meeting her in the woods near the barrier. They're going to have a picnic (her idea) which Eric finds both fascinating and ridiculous. He's literally never had a picnic in his life. He hangs back in the shadows, watching and waiting for Dawn. There's a brief moment where Eric and a pony sized creature have a showdown; Eric bares his teeth, growls and comes up the bigger monster, but that's over and done with by the time he smells Dawn coming. He's back to pretending human and the immediate area is clear of all other monsters by the time he glimpses Dawn picking her way toward him, crossbow in hand.
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He might think he look unflattering in the sunlight, but Dawn is pretty sure that Eric Fucking Northman (EFN™) always looks amazing. Something about the way he carries himself. Something about the way that he's just that damn gorgeous. Sometimes Dawn wonders why he's with her.
That thought is immediately cast aside when he runs his finger down the side of her neck. She always wondered why Buffy liked being with Vampires. Everything with them is sex and blood. And truthfully, between Angel, Spike and Eric, Dawn knows that her vampire is the winner.
"Well that can be a thing too. After I eat I'll probably be super sweet." Cause of pop tarts and chocolate. "Also it's super sexy when you talk Viking to me." She knows Viking is not a language. But still.
She does sober a bit, getting a little bit serious as she listens about how his life once was. No, she's never been to those lands and so she shakes her head in response. "History lesson. That's good to know. And kind of sad that you weren't half naked." She takes a bite of one of her pop tarts.
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It is his middle name. True factsEric was born a king and genetics were on his side, but maybe some of that is the way he carries himself. However, Dawn is entirely lovely in her own right. She's bright, shining, beautiful and innocent, naive in a way that most people don't manage. Maybe it's because she's young, but Eric tends to think it has more to do with her than her age.She's not wrong there and Eric won't even try to argue it. Of course, he'd add sex, blood and power. He has very little of the latter here and he doesn't do terribly well when he lingers on that thought. He's gone from a king, the oldest vampire in his world, to someone's entertainment or experiment, depending on how he looks at it.
"We'll have to give it a half hour or so before it makes it's way into the bloodstream." He skips his finger down along her arm to her wrist, picking up tracing the veins there in her wrist. He's going to ignore the bit about 'viking'. "Perhaps I'll teach you Swedish as well." He misses speaking it with Pam.
He misses Pam. He'd taught her the language so he'd have someone to converse with.He chuckles a little at that. "I spend a great deal more time half naked as a vampire."
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She starts to eat her pop tart, growing thoughtful. It has always been a fear of hers that she would wind up as an experiment, in a lab like the Initiative had once been or something similar.
One way to get her out of a nosedive in her thoughts is to mention something she's passionate about. Obviously Eric knows she loves learning new languages. "Ohmigosh! I would so love to learn Swedish. I could talk dirty to you and be all knowledgeable when Swedish people cuss at me for driving on the wrong side of the road or being generally annoying." Priorities.
His laugh lightens her heart just a little bit too. "Yay for my team!" Cause this vampire is hers. Or she's his. Or they belong to each other. And either way, she wins. "I'm hardly ever naked. Except that one time I was turned into a Minotaur. There was half nudity involved then."
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Eric reclines, stretching out a bit on the grass as he watches Dawn eat the poptart. Honestly, he's been a vampire so long that he can't remember what eating tasted like, what it felt like.
He knows she's something of a natural at languages. He can't help but smirk. "Only about 4.2 percent of the population actually speaks Swedish. Most of those live in Sweden. However, I'd like to teach you Swedish." He takes a deep breath. It's mostly unnecessary, but he does need the breath to speak. He's about to allow himself to be vulnerable in front of Dawn, and for Eric, that's a big thing. "I miss being able to speak something as close to Norse as still exists with someone." The language he spoke as a human isn't Swedish, but it's what Swedish used to be and that's close enough.
His voice turns into a purr at her words. "You'll have to tell me more about this minotaur thing, but it's quite a shame that you aren't naked more often."