November Catch-All

[lordoftheozarks]

Who: Lord Erik Osborne & You
What: Open post for November shenanigans
When: Thru Nov
Where: All over town
Warnings: General vampire warnings that blood drinking is always possible for discussion/depiction, NSFW warning in some of these because he is, you know, the town whore, discussion of death. Will warn as needed.


Well, I don't know where they come from
The morning after his demise at the hands of Chris, during that carnival duel to the death, Erik finds himself sprawled out in the alley behind the Oak & Iron looking for all the world like a drunkard in a gutter. And, ew, why is he wet?

"Ugh," he groans as something steps on his chest. Something... alive? "A-ah," he sits up lightening fast, causing the cat that was treading on his chest to yowl at him indignantly as if he's being the rude one.

It isn't just one cat, either. There's a whole mob of them. They are rubbing up against him now, standing up on his legs and headbutting his back, meowing insistently like they are expecting something from him.

"What do you want?" he asks them, annoyed. "I don't have anything for you to eat."


But they sure do come
These cats are relentless. He's walking back to his home now looking like the pied piper with a parade of loudly meowing cats following behind. No matter what he tries to do to shoo them away, they just won't leave.

"I already told you, I don't have any food!" he practically pleads to them. "Just leave me alone!"


I hope they're comin' for me
A new notice goes up on the bulletin board:

Seeking:
Someone to help test the sturdiness of my new writing desk. Open to all comers, but especially certain newspaper employees who know the value of a good, hard endorsement. Call on me at any time.

Your Premier Whore,
Lord Erik Osborne.

Wildcard
Hit me up with anything at all. I love surprises.

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[wolfborn_were]

Emery shrugs, but smiles at the joke, weak as it is. "There are sillier talents. But I'm more accurate than an almanac."

It's the second part of what Erik says that gets a true laugh out of Emery. "You may be the first person to call me charming. At least to my face." Fun, sure. Wild, definitely. Not so much with charming.

He's a beast and he knows it. Revels in it.

"But who knows. Maybe you're the type to like a romp in the woods, despite appearances."

[lordoftheozarks]

"Now, don't sell yourself short. You're personable, affable, and very good-looking. How is that not charming?" He didn't say you were polite.

"You should know that appearances can often be deceiving. I'm not afraid to get my hands and knees dirty when the occasion arises. So long as I can have a bath sometime after."

[wolfborn_were]

Emery grins, and the slightly too-sharp appearance of his teeth is probably more noticable with all of them on display. He teases lightly, "Could always toss ya in the river afterward."

(In truth, he wouldn't do that. But maybe it's a test, to see how Erik reacts to Emery saying something outrageous.)

[lordoftheozarks]

Erik has to resist not showing off his own teeth in childish retaliation. "You could try. But you would have to catch me, first."

[wolfborn_were]

"Well," Emery chuckles, "you just let me know when the chase is on, Lord Erik."

For now, though, Emery moves a little closer on the couch. "You've indulged me and listened to my storytelling. I do think I owe you that compensation for your time. You just let me know where you'd rather bite."

[lordoftheozarks]

"You'll know when it is," Erik replies back with a playful grin.

Emery moves in and Erik casually drapes an arm behind him on the sofa. "I won't say no to that. I prefer the neck; Call me traditional. I won't take much."

[wolfborn_were]

"Do you want to sit in my lap for easier access?" It's said in a teasing tone, but Emery wouldn't mind if Erik actually did.

As it is, he leans closer to Erik and tilts his head to expose the side of his neck, where the major veins are.

[lordoftheozarks]

"Since you're offering." Erik shifts over and settles onto Emery, straddling him. It actually does make this easier, but he's never admitting that out loud. Damn tall people.

Erik cradles the back of Emery's head with one hand and leans to the side tilted out. He's delicate about this, opening his jaws around the throb of Emery's veins and sinking just the top two fangs firmly and confidently into the flesh, gentle and precise. When the blood starts to well up, he locks his lips around the wound and laps with his tongue to encourage the flow. Using only slight suction. It's less like a bite now than like a particularly wet hickey.

Warmth begins to spread through him almost immediately. He never expected he'd drink from a werewolf but... wow, Emery's blood is even more potent than expected. Just a few sips and Erik's already feeling as full and sated as if he'd half-drained a man. It's tempting to keep going, but he gave his word. So, with one last lingering swipe of his tongue, he forces himself to pull away, quickly licking his lips and teeth clean so there won't be any blood in his smile.

"That... is very satisfying. Thank you. Do you heal supernaturally, or would you like me to close the wound?"

[wolfborn_were]

Emery is mostly quiet as Erik feeds, making only a soft sigh at the bite. Past dealings with the vampires of his world have him quite used to paying for things in blood. It's not a pleasurable experience for him the way it might be for some humans, but it's at least a pleasant one... especially since Erik clearly knows what he's doing.

(Young vampires tend to either open up larger wounds or overcompensate with smaller ones by sucking too hard, in Emery's experience.)

At Erik's question, Emery lifts a hand to his neck, touching the bite wound and then examining the blood on his fingers.

"Ah, only if you'd like me to linger. When I leave here, I'll take my wolf shape and that will heal a minor wound like this, no issue." Emery licks the blood off his fingers casually, then swipes those fingers against his linen pants to dry them. He uses his other hand to pat Erik on the shoulder.

[lordoftheozarks]

"I'm quite comfortable," Erik says with a cheeky smile. He's in no hurry to stop straddling such a handsome man. He's warmed from his meal, but like a moth attracted to flame, Erik always seeks heat where he can get it.

"This is no trouble," he adds, biting a pinprick hole in his thumb and pressing it neatly to Emery's wounds. Just like that, they will be healed, good as new.