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[ Accidental Visual ] We Walk This Lonely Road

Godric is making the bed. A silky sheet carefully tucked, a pillow fluffed, a blanket smoothed. His hands move at a human pace, his touch unhurried and almost reverent. It isn't his bed. The colors and ornaments lending personality to the room are not to his taste.

He moves on to the dresser and proceeds to fold away a small pile of clothes left on the surface. They are too large and too dark to be his clothes. The drawer closes with a thump, too loud in the empty room.

His hands linger, and he stands unnaturally still for a long moment before casting his gaze around the dim room, looking for loose ends. He finds only the recording tablet, and expresses no surprise. He lifts it and brings it with him as he leaves, flicking off the lights and shutting the door quietly.

"Eric Northman has gone home," he addresses Taxon. "Fangtasia has gone with him. If you were employed there, you may contact me for other options."

The broadcast ends.

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[Mattie still isn't sure about the proper protocol for these things, but everyone has said these things are for communication, and it seems impolite to not at least acknowledge Godric's loss.]

He was a friend?

My greatest friend.

[More than just that, but he isn't about to begin to explain the complexities of vampire relationships. And it's true nonetheless.]

[Mattie understands all too well, the feeling of losing someone important to you. Her voice is quiet and solemn.]

I am sorry. I would say I hope he is happy back in his home now, but I do not think that will make it better.

They're wise words nonetheless. I'm glad he is free of this place, even as I will miss him.

Maybe you join him soon. You must miss your home.

...I do not miss what was my home, and I left it voluntarily. There is nothing there for me, save him. In any eventuality, I don't believe I can return. I will see him again here, or in death.

I hope it is the last, then, as I do not believe it right to wish death on any man who has not done one a grievous wrong.

[Godric smiles a little bitterly at that, but Mattie can't see it. In any case, it's true that he's done Mattie no wrong.]

Thank you. You are a true and honest person, Mattie Ross.

...Are you okay?

[ it's a stupid question, but... godric's become one of her constants, and dawn can't say nothing. ]

I will be. He comes and goes so often, I can only hope he'll return again, though it's a selfish wish.

When Buffy was gone--

Just. If I can do anything, let me know?

Thank you, Dawn. You're a dear friend.

You too, Godric.

[ sookie can't pretend part of her isn't relieved to see eric go, but that doesn't mean she'll say so. ]

Is there anything I can do?

Sookie. Thank you, but there is nothing to be done. Perhaps later, we might speak? I feel it has been some time since we last had a proper conversation.

Of course, Godric. You know you're welcome in my house, whenever you like.

Thank you, Sookie. That means a great deal to me.

[It really does, especially knowing that Sookie does not offer out invitations to vampires lightly. It isn't a privilege he would ever abuse.]

The invite's open ended, even if you just need a place to stay the night sometime.

[ ...which would be awkward given angel's there more often than not, now, but manners trump sense. ]

I'll remember. And you know you're always welcome in the nest, for any reason. I know you've been reluctant, with Eric, but now...

[What he means is, you never come visit anymore, Sookie. Now you have no more excuse, so come keep your vampire friend company on occasion.]

I can stop by tomorrow, if you like.

[ max doesn't know godric very well, but she feels for anyone who has someone they care about taken from them. she's a little sad about it herself, and not just because she's now out of a job - she didn't know eric terribly well either time he was here (in spite of having slept with him the time before this), but she liked him. he was a good boss, and he didn't ask questions she wasn't comfortable with answering. and he'd been nice to her. ]

I, uh...I worked there. As a bartender.

[ pause. ]

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Are you in need of new employment? We may have an opening in the bar at the hotel I run.

[By this, he means that an Extra currently holds the position, and can be gotten rid of if Max wants to work there.]

Which hotel is that?

The Hotel Carmilla. In my world, it was a vampire hotel, but here it's become quite a bit more generalized. There are suites for people to live in, as well as rooms for temporary stay.

I might want the job, but I'd like to check out the place first. If you don't mind. What's the position, just bartending?

Bartending and some small amount of conversing with the kitchen, should anyone wish to order food. You're welcome to have a look, first. Feel free to come by whenever suits you best.

I can come by in a day or two. I'll call you to give you a heads up?

"Hey." Faith hangs back by the doorway, uncharacteristically awkward. She and Godric are... whatever, but Eric's a piece of him. Having that taken away? She gets how bad it stings.

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[ Accidental Visual ] We Walk This Lonely Road

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