[pretty much how I picture Oneleiner and Sloan :/]
Oneleiner looked up at him with eyes glazed by her lack of energy and took hold of his hand with a nod. As she was pulled from the tent and onto her feet, she pondered his words nonsensically for a full moment before deciding this gesture obviously was him provoking a hug, accidentally or otherwise. And so, she used his hand to reel herself in and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his neck.
He smelt strongly of blood, but his skin was soft where it touched her cheek yet covered with stubble. He was surprisingly warm, comfortingly even.
“I win.” She declared, clinging to him.
Sloan nearly lost his balance as the elf suddenly pulled him forward. With her arms wrapped tight around his neck, it seemed that she wasn’t in the position of letting go until she received her end of the hug. “You don’t give up, do you?” The vampire asked, his chin bumping against the side of Oneleiner’s head as he spoke. She was short for an Altmer, he thought as the dull pain from bone hitting against bone lingered throughout his body.
Sloan had a moment of hesitation before wrapping one of his arms around the elf’s shoulders, pulling her further into the hug.”Well, now that I’ve got you…” He hissed, flashing a sly grin at his now hostage. Cocking his head to the side, Sloan leaned close to the woman’s neck, his mouth opening wide as if he was going in for a feed. And just as his pointed teeth bushed against Oneleiner’s skin, the vampire pulled away, laughing as he did so. “That’s what you get for trying to hug a vampire” He chuckled, quickly distancing himself from the woman, ready for any incoming slaps he in no doubt deserved.
There he went, changing the subject again. She was determined though - she would get her hug one day, whether he liked it or not. She would sneak up on him and sneak hug him so he couldn’t refuse. But for now, she forced herself to be content, laying beside him.
“Seeing as it’s night, we should probably start moving.” She said, her mind knowing it was the best idea, but her body unwilling to follow her orders. “We’re almost to Solitude, which is great. I can sell off some of the potions I made and we can bunker down in the Inn for a while.. Rest..” She told him, her eyes shining.
“When I was a girl I was terrified of everything.. Now I live amongst it all.”
“Indeed” Sloan sat up, pushing his body forward with his hands, “By my guess, we’ll arrive in Solitude around…four-ish”.
He could tell the elf wasn’t adapting well to the change of her sleeping schedule, there was just something about her body language that suggested that if she closed her eyes, she’d be gone for the night.
So as soon as he made it out from the tent, Sloan offered his hand to the drowsy looking woman. “How about I carry your things for the rest of the way, you look like you could use a break” He suggested with his hand still extended towards his traveling partner.
“And you haven’t tried to rip my throat out yet – So that’s also a good thing, something to consider.” She added with a meek smile, shuffling further into the tent. She pulled herself up beside him, facing the mouth and settling herself on her sabre cat pelt she travelled with. The outside world was flooded with colour from the two moons and the wispy green aurora flowing through the sky.
She listened to his words with a sense of relief flooding her. So he didn’t hate travelling with her which was quite the surprise.
“Coming from you, I suppose that’s a large compliment.” She teased him, looking down at his hand on her knee. She reached out, placing her hand atop his. Her pulse quickened as she gave his hand an equally reassuring squeeze, and a smile.
“Thank you.” She told him, releasing his hand. She finished her potion – the sticky, bitter healing liquid spread across her tongue and she made a face. Damn Blisterwort. But she could also taste a lavender scent in the liquid which made it a little sweeter and more bearable.
“So how about that hug? I owe you one” She teased him. Perhaps she was wrong, perhaps vampires did dish out the occasional hug rather than ripping every living things throat out.
Heartbeats were strange. They were a sign of life, an indicator that the heart was still pumping blood throughout the body. They were also an echo of emotion. Speeding up when excited or nervous, and slowing down when the body relaxed. It was beautiful in a sense that without a pulse, everything else would slowly fade into death.
During his years as a hunter of the night, Sloan had heard more than his fair share of beating hearts. Some he silenced, others he left alone. With Oneleiner’s hand resting ever so gently over his own, Sloan picked up on her quickened pulse. His mind filled with the sound of life rushing through another’s veins, its steady rhythm playing out like a song. Beautiful.
“You sure you don’t want me to rip your throat out instead? I hear I’m quite good at it” The vampire joked as Oneleiner removed her hand, and began speaking of hugs one more. She was a funny one, he’d give her that.
Sloan rolled onto his back after a few minutes of silence, and crossed his arms behind his head to act as a pillow. “You know, when I was a boy, I was terrified of the dark…Now I live in it” He mumbled, looking up at the top of the tent. “Funny how things work, hm?”
((What do I do when my rp partner is away? Doodle out 1960’s bbys.
Eleanor (Oneleiner. That sounds good, right?), is writing a book about the gang activity in the city. She and Sloan get together once and awhile to discuss his previous thug life. She treats him to milkshakes at the diner.
Suddenly, Oneleiner felt hurt, almost like a burden. He was a solitary person, she knew this and yet why did she insist they travel together? A wave of guilt washed over the little elf and she gave a sigh, wondering whether she should join him in the tent or stay by the fire whilst he sulked.
And what was she doing, asking a vampire if he wanted to hug of all things? Vampires, as far as she knew, did not hug. They tore your throat out. Even touching his face was crossing the line, and she knew it.
“I’m sorry.” She said, crawling into the tent. “I know I’m probably the stupidest travel partner a vampire could have, I mean, I’m not a very ideal friend. Maybe once we get to Solitude, perhaps we’ll part ways. I didn’t mean to put any pressure on you..”
Sloan rolled over on his side to make more room for the elf as she entered the tent. “No, you’re not…Sure, you might have scared me half to death earlier this evening. But you haven’t tried to drive a stake through my heart yet, that’s something to put into consideration” A small smile tugged on the sides of his mouth as he spoke.
Sloan knew Oneleiner meant well, she had been kind enough to let him stick around even with knowing about his disease. It wasn’t something that many would willing do. And not to mention he enjoyed his time with the elf. But traveling alone would be safer, for the both of them. So when she brought up parting ways, the vampire side of Sloan’s mind was eager to accept, knowing it would increase his rate of survival. But instead, the man shook his head:
“You didn’t put any pressure on me. It was my choice” Making decisions based on the remainder of his humanity wasn’t something Sloan did very often. It was easier just to put his mind into auto-pilot and let his instincts do the talking. But with Oneleiner it was different, and the vampire found himself making more conscious decisions with her around. “I don’t mind traveling with you. It’s actually kind of nice—it’s just a big change for me. But I’m willing to see how far this goes, if you are” As he finished his speech, Sloan reached over and patted the elf on the knee, reassuring her that he meant what he said and that there was nothing to worry about.
The elf felt a little bad after he came rushing back, as if expecting a fight. He seemed worried that perhaps her blood had been spilt by another - and she was flattered he cared that much. “I’m fine.” She smiled at him, slipping the needle from the crook of her elbow easily. She then transferred the blood from the decanter into the glass bottle she carried and held it aloft to him.
“Dinner?” She questioned with a smile, throwing the hollow needle into the fire before her. She sat back, drinking deeply from a healing potion from her bag to regain whatever she lost during the transfer.
”I’m sorry for worrying you. Do you want a hug?”
“Do I want a hug?” Sloan grumbled, repeating the elf’s words before taking the glass jar in his hands, and sulking his way over to the tent. No, he did not want a hug. Right now, all he wanted to do was hide away from the world and enjoy his meal.
That was the problem with traveling in groups. On his own, Sloan never had to worry about the threat of bandits, wolves, or who-knows what else that lurked in the forests of Skyrim. He was used to that. In the presence of others, the vampire found himself in the odd position of caring for the safety of the group. Something he preferred to keep to a minimum.
But looking past all the negatives, there were also many positives with traveling in a group larger than one. Sloan had someone to watch his back, someone to talk to when the sun went down. It was different—nice.
“Sorry” The vampire mumbled out from the tent, after finishing the remainder of the blood. “I’m not used to being around someone for so long. This is new to me” He shook his head mid-sentence. “Well, not new. But it’s something I haven’t done in a long time”.
It was the second night into their journey, and they were very close to their destination now. However, a break was needed for Oneleiner to rest but she found her body adapting to his schedule - Sleep at day, walk at night. As she was supposed to be resting she knew he would be nearby, probably wandering near camp or something. Every day, he looked hungrier and hungrier as they had not come close to any places for feeding since their Journey began.
So, she decided to prepare ‘food’ for him, partially as thanks.
She sat up from her Bedroll and gathered her equipment, placing all of the jars, decanters and tubing pieces by her feet beside the fire. She set to work, and a few minutes later, the process had begun - blood was draining from her arm into a glass decanter. She knew he would probably be able to smell the blood from wherever he had gotten to - which would call him back to camp more efficiently then a whistle ever could.
Sloan had been in the middle of a rabbit hunt when his altered senses kicked in. The smell of pine and frost had been replaced with something else, something the vampire knew all too well. Blood. And lots of it. Oneleiner. Something clicked in the back of the man’s brain, and before he knew it, he was running.
Upon arriving the camp; Sloan had been ready for a fight. With his shoulders hunched forward, eyes wild, and teeth bared; the vampire had been more than surprised to see his little elf friend just sitting by the fire with tubes attached to her arm. “You’re—you’re okay?” Sloan choked out as he slid his dagger back under his belt. Of course she’s okay; she isn’t a damsel in distress. She can handle herself. After mentally punishing himself for jumping to conclusions, Sloan shook out his arms, releasing the adrenaline that has built up from the run over.
“I thought—nevermind…” The man said before rubbing the space between his eyes in embarrassment.
[I regret nothing. Sloan and Oneleiner, a comic parody.]