OOC: Blog is run by @catsithkelpie , who also happens to run @tma-rpverse and many many other TMA blogs
OC Intro Post, containing most info on my TMA OC,
Erik Lovman:
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Picrew concept design & faceclaim (because I have prosopagnosia)
Chibi style design (
"What is The Consumption?" (+And what happens if you try to fight it?)
Read his statement
Read London Fog's summary (Mostly Sharkivist)
Get a feel for Pettea Rivalry (weird time inconsistency warning)
Look at London Fog's designs
Look at Tim's design (B&W)
See Erik's siren form
Look at this awesome fanart that is the best ever
Oh now there are TWO fanarts that are the best ever. Let's never stop making fanart guys
Listen to Erik's playlist (Tumblr Post)
Meet the Team
Meet Erik's System
Read misc fics, poems, statements, etc
"Canon" RP Chains. (AU), Pt. 1, Pt. 2
"Canon" but Erik isn't there
((More important info below the cut.))
(In character, transcript.):
[QUIET AND MUFFLED SOUNDS FROM TWO PEOPLE.]
ERIK: "What's that? Oh- it's recording?
"Well, what do I say? For... Tumblr? transcript-? Ohā this is gonna be transcribed? Well why not just write it out, that seems like a waste of ta-
"Right, right, sorry, Martin. Yes, too late now. I'll start."
(louder) "Ahem. Right, yes. Erik Lovman, assistant archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Recording... an introduction to my new workplace Tumblr blog? Apparently the institute is encouraging its employees to socialize outside of work, as well as try to advertise the institute to a wider audience to encourage more statements.
"...And apparently, this is non-negotiable."
(Quieter) "You're sure this is mandatory? This seems like a rather roundabout way to- oh, yes, I'll turn it off-"
[CLICK.]
Tags:
#erik lovman tma oc: General OC tag, for anyone to use
#london fog au: Jon x Erik x Martin
#scorched mirror: Erik & Tim
#teateethtape&tim: All 4
#sharkivist: Somewhat in-character but non-canon interactions with @london-fog-archivist
#pettea rivalry: Same as above but with @mkb-london-fog
#siren culture: OOC or in-character posts about siren culture, rps excluded
#not safe for archivists: Stuff Erik doesn't want Jon to see (suggestive content and gay stuff, mostly) [no longer used]
#waterlogged transcripts: Transcripts and statements
Additional info:
This is a selfship blog! I actually have headmates of Jon and Martin now who I'm dating in-system. I have a friend who's Martin fictionkin, he used to show sometimes on this blog, and we both selfship with Jon.
Just for your convenience, Erik's pronouns are anything but she/her, and he uses masc, neu, fem, and nonhuman terms, same as mod's. Canonically he doesn't know about neoprns or nonhuman terms yet.
He's 24 years old. (I'm not exactly sure when his birthday is and what day it is in RP)
Has an accent, but it's not very consistent or placeable. Like a pirate's, with a crooning quality to it. He used to live on an island that served as a domain for a pod of cannibalistic "sirens," causing the unique blend.
Yes, that means Erik is a siren. They're constructs of The Web and The Consumption (my headcanoned fear entity) and function a bit differently than in typical folklore. Read Drowning in Secrets and Drowning in Lies for context.
Based around S2, but we're going into S4 now.
Magic Anons are VERY welcome, and NSFW is fine, but I have the right to answer or not answer them as I please, including Erik having a negative reaction (aroacespec). You can flirt with him as well but same rules.
You may also throw Erik at other blogs.
You may notice his personality switch from professional and reserved to impulsive, informal, and a "bit" freaky/salacious; this is intentional. He puts on an act for work.
He is an archival assistant to Jonathan Sims, who he's developed quite some strong feelings for. Sirens have an instinct to mate for life, with however many other sirens (or humans, or avatars) they choose. Jon is Erik's mate, and it's been made official with a bite scar (and a siren-tooth necklace, since Erik refuses to bite Jon.)
Erik and Martin Blackwood used to have a petty workplace rivalry over Jon's affections, but after Erik shared his darkest secrets with Martin, confessed a desire for them to both get the guy, and they both put in effort to put their past behind them, they're friends now.
Erik also gained a couple crushes from his misadventures. An alternate, future version of Jon (though he doesn't remember), and an avatar of The Corruption he met at a crystal shop. He hasn't had the best luck with romance, though. That crystal shop situationship broke up with him.
Every time he travels the multiverse, everyone's memories of the event get erased, leaving only physical evidence. Erik found a book that lets him travel the multiverse at will, and without losing his memory, but at the cost of swapping in that universe's Erik. This can and has had some lethal side-effects.
I HIGHLY recommend reading the canon rp chains. This whole blog is like a collaborative fanfic project meant to be viewed and enjoyed. We even have a group chat (which you can be invited to if you play a reoccurring character.)
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Erik rolled his eyes. "I'm not having this debate again. If you weren't cute, you wouldn't have two very hot boyfriends. End of discussion."
He went back to eating his salad until his main course arrivedā a rack of babyback ribs, drizzled in barbecue sauce. Erik grinned in anticipation, which looked off due to his glamor-concealed teeth.
(Jon scoffed.) Whatever. This doesnāt mean Iām agreeing with you though. (He also went back to eating his salad, only sparing a small odd glance to Erikās dull teeth. Jon will never get used to Erikās full glamour.)
Inhuman strength and tendencies were on display as Erik ripped the first rib off the rack with just his teeth, and tossed it back into his open mouth to chew the meat off the bone like a piranha.
The server paused in waiting on the table next to them to watch and grin at the spectacle. Jon was now learning why Erik had a reputation when it came to eating.
(Jon paused his eating to take in the spectacle that is Erikās eating habits. He was realizing that he hasnāt seen Erik eat meat since the deer in the woods. It wasnāt much different than that, definitely less bloody. He goes back to eating after just a quick look. At least he wasnāt starving himself.)
The naked bones were spat out on the other end of the platter before he licked the sauce off his face and went in for another. This process repeated until all the ribs were bare.
Erik wiped his face with a napkin while giggling. "Uh, I guess this is a good way to find out if we can have dinner together. Though, to be fair, I only eat ribs like this. Or, if I do eat other things this way, it's not in public. Ribs are supposed to be eaten messily..."
(Jon sets his fork down.) I guess they are. Honestly I donāt mind as long as youāre not starving yourself. (He pushed his plate to the side, smiling slightly at Erik.) I suppose I get to pay this time? (His smile turned into a triumphant smirk.)
Hmā¦ (Jon propped his head up on his hand to think.) Deal. Youāre not paying me back for this meal, though. Let me treat you for once. (He folded his arms and gave Erik a stern look that honestly didnāt come off as stern as he wouldāve liked it to.)
(Jon went back to smirking triumphantly. He flagged down the waiter and got their check, paying and making sure to leave a decent tip. On the way out, Jon grabbed Erikās hand and held it as they walked back to the car.)
Erik gripped back- much looser than he could have, like he was making sure he wouldn't crush Jon's hand- and leaned against Jon's side as they walked, humming a cheery tune Jon had never heard before.
Erik lifted his head, snapped back to the present. "Oh-! I didn't realize I was doing it. Uh, it's a song from my homeland. Usually sung at happy gatherings, just for fun. Not really any ritualistic importance."
He hummed a few notes again, and mumbled under his breath, trying to translate it.
"...'My heart is full and bright, when I am next to you, my loves, I know all will be all right...' uhm... 'The sun is shining on the sea, the waves crash on the shore, my family all around me, I could never want for more.'
"The word 'loves' is actually the word 'pod,' and the word 'family' is a variant of that word as well, just more formal, but I figured it translated better if I swapped the words out since 'pod' isn't really used in that sense in English."
(Jon looks over at Erik sappily, smiling a very lovesick infatuated little smile. A surge of affection overtakes Jonās entire body. This ridiculous sappy man humming happily and leaning into him affectionately is going to be the death of him.) Erik, thatāsā¦ thatās so sweet.
(He squeezes Erikās hand and brings it up to his lips, giving him a gentle kiss.) I love you. (He kisses Erikās hand again and again and again.)
(Jon sighed softly and placed one last kiss on his hand before letting it drop back down in between them. He continued to walk with Erikās hand in his until they reached the truck. He reluctantly let go of Erikās hand to walk around to sit in the passenger seat.)
Erik took his hat off now that he knew they wouldn't be out and about again. He shook off his glamour, and clacked his teeth together a few times while he turned his head to look in the mirror. There was a bit of meat stuck between his teeth that the glamour had made invisible, so he cleaned it out.
Once he was all done making himself look presentable again, he started the car so they could head back to Erik's flat.
"Have you been to my apartment recently? Has it changed a lot in my absence? Has Martin or Tim made any changes to my room?"
I have, I donāt think that itās changed much honestly. Justā¦ some of Martin and Timās things strewn about. Um- well, I guess just Martinās nowā¦ (Jon winces. After a pause,) It felt empty without you there. Even when Martin and Tim where there.
Erik rolled his eyes. "I'm not having this debate again. If you weren't cute, you wouldn't have two very hot boyfriends. End of discussion."
He went back to eating his salad until his main course arrivedā a rack of babyback ribs, drizzled in barbecue sauce. Erik grinned in anticipation, which looked off due to his glamor-concealed teeth.
(Jon scoffed.) Whatever. This doesnāt mean Iām agreeing with you though. (He also went back to eating his salad, only sparing a small odd glance to Erikās dull teeth. Jon will never get used to Erikās full glamour.)
Inhuman strength and tendencies were on display as Erik ripped the first rib off the rack with just his teeth, and tossed it back into his open mouth to chew the meat off the bone like a piranha.
The server paused in waiting on the table next to them to watch and grin at the spectacle. Jon was now learning why Erik had a reputation when it came to eating.
(Jon paused his eating to take in the spectacle that is Erikās eating habits. He was realizing that he hasnāt seen Erik eat meat since the deer in the woods. It wasnāt much different than that, definitely less bloody. He goes back to eating after just a quick look. At least he wasnāt starving himself.)
The naked bones were spat out on the other end of the platter before he licked the sauce off his face and went in for another. This process repeated until all the ribs were bare.
Erik wiped his face with a napkin while giggling. "Uh, I guess this is a good way to find out if we can have dinner together. Though, to be fair, I only eat ribs like this. Or, if I do eat other things this way, it's not in public. Ribs are supposed to be eaten messily..."
(Jon sets his fork down.) I guess they are. Honestly I donāt mind as long as youāre not starving yourself. (He pushed his plate to the side, smiling slightly at Erik.) I suppose I get to pay this time? (His smile turned into a triumphant smirk.)
Hmā¦ (Jon propped his head up on his hand to think.) Deal. Youāre not paying me back for this meal, though. Let me treat you for once. (He folded his arms and gave Erik a stern look that honestly didnāt come off as stern as he wouldāve liked it to.)
(Jon went back to smirking triumphantly. He flagged down the waiter and got their check, paying and making sure to leave a decent tip. On the way out, Jon grabbed Erikās hand and held it as they walked back to the car.)
Erik gripped back- much looser than he could have, like he was making sure he wouldn't crush Jon's hand- and leaned against Jon's side as they walked, humming a cheery tune Jon had never heard before.
Erik lifted his head, snapped back to the present. "Oh-! I didn't realize I was doing it. Uh, it's a song from my homeland. Usually sung at happy gatherings, just for fun. Not really any ritualistic importance."
He hummed a few notes again, and mumbled under his breath, trying to translate it.
"...'My heart is full and bright, when I am next to you, my loves, I know all will be all right...' uhm... 'The sun is shining on the sea, the waves crash on the shore, my family all around me, I could never want for more.'
"The word 'loves' is actually the word 'pod,' and the word 'family' is a variant of that word as well, just more formal, but I figured it translated better if I swapped the words out since 'pod' isn't really used in that sense in English."
(Jon looks over at Erik sappily, smiling a very lovesick infatuated little smile. A surge of affection overtakes Jonās entire body. This ridiculous sappy man humming happily and leaning into him affectionately is going to be the death of him.) Erik, thatāsā¦ thatās so sweet.
(He squeezes Erikās hand and brings it up to his lips, giving him a gentle kiss.) I love you. (He kisses Erikās hand again and again and again.)
(Jon sighed softly and placed one last kiss on his hand before letting it drop back down in between them. He continued to walk with Erikās hand in his until they reached the truck. He reluctantly let go of Erikās hand to walk around to sit in the passenger seat.)
Erik took his hat off now that he knew they wouldn't be out and about again. He shook off his glamour, and clacked his teeth together a few times while he turned his head to look in the mirror. There was a bit of meat stuck between his teeth that the glamour had made invisible, so he cleaned it out.
Once he was all done making himself look presentable again, he started the car so they could head back to Erik's flat.
"Have you been to my apartment recently? Has it changed a lot in my absence? Has Martin or Tim made any changes to my room?"
Erik rolled his eyes. "I'm not having this debate again. If you weren't cute, you wouldn't have two very hot boyfriends. End of discussion."
He went back to eating his salad until his main course arrivedā a rack of babyback ribs, drizzled in barbecue sauce. Erik grinned in anticipation, which looked off due to his glamor-concealed teeth.
(Jon scoffed.) Whatever. This doesnāt mean Iām agreeing with you though. (He also went back to eating his salad, only sparing a small odd glance to Erikās dull teeth. Jon will never get used to Erikās full glamour.)
Inhuman strength and tendencies were on display as Erik ripped the first rib off the rack with just his teeth, and tossed it back into his open mouth to chew the meat off the bone like a piranha.
The server paused in waiting on the table next to them to watch and grin at the spectacle. Jon was now learning why Erik had a reputation when it came to eating.
(Jon paused his eating to take in the spectacle that is Erikās eating habits. He was realizing that he hasnāt seen Erik eat meat since the deer in the woods. It wasnāt much different than that, definitely less bloody. He goes back to eating after just a quick look. At least he wasnāt starving himself.)
The naked bones were spat out on the other end of the platter before he licked the sauce off his face and went in for another. This process repeated until all the ribs were bare.
Erik wiped his face with a napkin while giggling. "Uh, I guess this is a good way to find out if we can have dinner together. Though, to be fair, I only eat ribs like this. Or, if I do eat other things this way, it's not in public. Ribs are supposed to be eaten messily..."
(Jon sets his fork down.) I guess they are. Honestly I donāt mind as long as youāre not starving yourself. (He pushed his plate to the side, smiling slightly at Erik.) I suppose I get to pay this time? (His smile turned into a triumphant smirk.)
Hmā¦ (Jon propped his head up on his hand to think.) Deal. Youāre not paying me back for this meal, though. Let me treat you for once. (He folded his arms and gave Erik a stern look that honestly didnāt come off as stern as he wouldāve liked it to.)
(Jon went back to smirking triumphantly. He flagged down the waiter and got their check, paying and making sure to leave a decent tip. On the way out, Jon grabbed Erikās hand and held it as they walked back to the car.)
Erik gripped back- much looser than he could have, like he was making sure he wouldn't crush Jon's hand- and leaned against Jon's side as they walked, humming a cheery tune Jon had never heard before.
Erik lifted his head, snapped back to the present. "Oh-! I didn't realize I was doing it. Uh, it's a song from my homeland. Usually sung at happy gatherings, just for fun. Not really any ritualistic importance."
He hummed a few notes again, and mumbled under his breath, trying to translate it.
"...'My heart is full and bright, when I am next to you, my loves, I know all will be all right...' uhm... 'The sun is shining on the sea, the waves crash on the shore, my family all around me, I could never want for more.'
"The word 'loves' is actually the word 'pod,' and the word 'family' is a variant of that word as well, just more formal, but I figured it translated better if I swapped the words out since 'pod' isn't really used in that sense in English."
(Jon looks over at Erik sappily, smiling a very lovesick infatuated little smile. A surge of affection overtakes Jonās entire body. This ridiculous sappy man humming happily and leaning into him affectionately is going to be the death of him.) Erik, thatāsā¦ thatās so sweet.
(He squeezes Erikās hand and brings it up to his lips, giving him a gentle kiss.) I love you. (He kisses Erikās hand again and again and again.)
Erik rolled his eyes. "I'm not having this debate again. If you weren't cute, you wouldn't have two very hot boyfriends. End of discussion."
He went back to eating his salad until his main course arrivedā a rack of babyback ribs, drizzled in barbecue sauce. Erik grinned in anticipation, which looked off due to his glamor-concealed teeth.
(Jon scoffed.) Whatever. This doesnāt mean Iām agreeing with you though. (He also went back to eating his salad, only sparing a small odd glance to Erikās dull teeth. Jon will never get used to Erikās full glamour.)
Inhuman strength and tendencies were on display as Erik ripped the first rib off the rack with just his teeth, and tossed it back into his open mouth to chew the meat off the bone like a piranha.
The server paused in waiting on the table next to them to watch and grin at the spectacle. Jon was now learning why Erik had a reputation when it came to eating.
(Jon paused his eating to take in the spectacle that is Erikās eating habits. He was realizing that he hasnāt seen Erik eat meat since the deer in the woods. It wasnāt much different than that, definitely less bloody. He goes back to eating after just a quick look. At least he wasnāt starving himself.)
The naked bones were spat out on the other end of the platter before he licked the sauce off his face and went in for another. This process repeated until all the ribs were bare.
Erik wiped his face with a napkin while giggling. "Uh, I guess this is a good way to find out if we can have dinner together. Though, to be fair, I only eat ribs like this. Or, if I do eat other things this way, it's not in public. Ribs are supposed to be eaten messily..."
(Jon sets his fork down.) I guess they are. Honestly I donāt mind as long as youāre not starving yourself. (He pushed his plate to the side, smiling slightly at Erik.) I suppose I get to pay this time? (His smile turned into a triumphant smirk.)
Hmā¦ (Jon propped his head up on his hand to think.) Deal. Youāre not paying me back for this meal, though. Let me treat you for once. (He folded his arms and gave Erik a stern look that honestly didnāt come off as stern as he wouldāve liked it to.)
(Jon went back to smirking triumphantly. He flagged down the waiter and got their check, paying and making sure to leave a decent tip. On the way out, Jon grabbed Erikās hand and held it as they walked back to the car.)
Erik gripped back- much looser than he could have, like he was making sure he wouldn't crush Jon's hand- and leaned against Jon's side as they walked, humming a cheery tune Jon had never heard before.
Erik lifted his head, snapped back to the present. "Oh-! I didn't realize I was doing it. Uh, it's a song from my homeland. Usually sung at happy gatherings, just for fun. Not really any ritualistic importance."
He hummed a few notes again, and mumbled under his breath, trying to translate it.
"...'My heart is full and bright, when I am next to you, my loves, I know all will be all right...' uhm... 'The sun is shining on the sea, the waves crash on the shore, my family all around me, I could never want for more.'
"The word 'loves' is actually the word 'pod,' and the word 'family' is a variant of that word as well, just more formal, but I figured it translated better if I swapped the words out since 'pod' isn't really used in that sense in English."
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Erik rolled his eyes. "I'm not having this debate again. If you weren't cute, you wouldn't have two very hot boyfriends. End of discussion."
He went back to eating his salad until his main course arrivedā a rack of babyback ribs, drizzled in barbecue sauce. Erik grinned in anticipation, which looked off due to his glamor-concealed teeth.
(Jon scoffed.) Whatever. This doesnāt mean Iām agreeing with you though. (He also went back to eating his salad, only sparing a small odd glance to Erikās dull teeth. Jon will never get used to Erikās full glamour.)
Inhuman strength and tendencies were on display as Erik ripped the first rib off the rack with just his teeth, and tossed it back into his open mouth to chew the meat off the bone like a piranha.
The server paused in waiting on the table next to them to watch and grin at the spectacle. Jon was now learning why Erik had a reputation when it came to eating.
(Jon paused his eating to take in the spectacle that is Erikās eating habits. He was realizing that he hasnāt seen Erik eat meat since the deer in the woods. It wasnāt much different than that, definitely less bloody. He goes back to eating after just a quick look. At least he wasnāt starving himself.)
The naked bones were spat out on the other end of the platter before he licked the sauce off his face and went in for another. This process repeated until all the ribs were bare.
Erik wiped his face with a napkin while giggling. "Uh, I guess this is a good way to find out if we can have dinner together. Though, to be fair, I only eat ribs like this. Or, if I do eat other things this way, it's not in public. Ribs are supposed to be eaten messily..."
(Jon sets his fork down.) I guess they are. Honestly I donāt mind as long as youāre not starving yourself. (He pushed his plate to the side, smiling slightly at Erik.) I suppose I get to pay this time? (His smile turned into a triumphant smirk.)
Hmā¦ (Jon propped his head up on his hand to think.) Deal. Youāre not paying me back for this meal, though. Let me treat you for once. (He folded his arms and gave Erik a stern look that honestly didnāt come off as stern as he wouldāve liked it to.)
(Jon went back to smirking triumphantly. He flagged down the waiter and got their check, paying and making sure to leave a decent tip. On the way out, Jon grabbed Erikās hand and held it as they walked back to the car.)
Erik gripped back- much looser than he could have, like he was making sure he wouldn't crush Jon's hand- and leaned against Jon's side as they walked, humming a cheery tune Jon had never heard before.
Erik rolled his eyes. "I'm not having this debate again. If you weren't cute, you wouldn't have two very hot boyfriends. End of discussion."
He went back to eating his salad until his main course arrivedā a rack of babyback ribs, drizzled in barbecue sauce. Erik grinned in anticipation, which looked off due to his glamor-concealed teeth.
(Jon scoffed.) Whatever. This doesnāt mean Iām agreeing with you though. (He also went back to eating his salad, only sparing a small odd glance to Erikās dull teeth. Jon will never get used to Erikās full glamour.)
Inhuman strength and tendencies were on display as Erik ripped the first rib off the rack with just his teeth, and tossed it back into his open mouth to chew the meat off the bone like a piranha.
The server paused in waiting on the table next to them to watch and grin at the spectacle. Jon was now learning why Erik had a reputation when it came to eating.
(Jon paused his eating to take in the spectacle that is Erikās eating habits. He was realizing that he hasnāt seen Erik eat meat since the deer in the woods. It wasnāt much different than that, definitely less bloody. He goes back to eating after just a quick look. At least he wasnāt starving himself.)
The naked bones were spat out on the other end of the platter before he licked the sauce off his face and went in for another. This process repeated until all the ribs were bare.
Erik wiped his face with a napkin while giggling. "Uh, I guess this is a good way to find out if we can have dinner together. Though, to be fair, I only eat ribs like this. Or, if I do eat other things this way, it's not in public. Ribs are supposed to be eaten messily..."
(Jon sets his fork down.) I guess they are. Honestly I donāt mind as long as youāre not starving yourself. (He pushed his plate to the side, smiling slightly at Erik.) I suppose I get to pay this time? (His smile turned into a triumphant smirk.)
Hmā¦ (Jon propped his head up on his hand to think.) Deal. Youāre not paying me back for this meal, though. Let me treat you for once. (He folded his arms and gave Erik a stern look that honestly didnāt come off as stern as he wouldāve liked it to.)
Erik rolled his eyes. "I'm not having this debate again. If you weren't cute, you wouldn't have two very hot boyfriends. End of discussion."
He went back to eating his salad until his main course arrivedā a rack of babyback ribs, drizzled in barbecue sauce. Erik grinned in anticipation, which looked off due to his glamor-concealed teeth.
(Jon scoffed.) Whatever. This doesnāt mean Iām agreeing with you though. (He also went back to eating his salad, only sparing a small odd glance to Erikās dull teeth. Jon will never get used to Erikās full glamour.)
Inhuman strength and tendencies were on display as Erik ripped the first rib off the rack with just his teeth, and tossed it back into his open mouth to chew the meat off the bone like a piranha.
The server paused in waiting on the table next to them to watch and grin at the spectacle. Jon was now learning why Erik had a reputation when it came to eating.
(Jon paused his eating to take in the spectacle that is Erikās eating habits. He was realizing that he hasnāt seen Erik eat meat since the deer in the woods. It wasnāt much different than that, definitely less bloody. He goes back to eating after just a quick look. At least he wasnāt starving himself.)
The naked bones were spat out on the other end of the platter before he licked the sauce off his face and went in for another. This process repeated until all the ribs were bare.
Erik wiped his face with a napkin while giggling. "Uh, I guess this is a good way to find out if we can have dinner together. Though, to be fair, I only eat ribs like this. Or, if I do eat other things this way, it's not in public. Ribs are supposed to be eaten messily..."
(Jon sets his fork down.) I guess they are. Honestly I donāt mind as long as youāre not starving yourself. (He pushed his plate to the side, smiling slightly at Erik.) I suppose I get to pay this time? (His smile turned into a triumphant smirk.)
Erik rolled his eyes. "I'm not having this debate again. If you weren't cute, you wouldn't have two very hot boyfriends. End of discussion."
He went back to eating his salad until his main course arrivedā a rack of babyback ribs, drizzled in barbecue sauce. Erik grinned in anticipation, which looked off due to his glamor-concealed teeth.
(Jon scoffed.) Whatever. This doesnāt mean Iām agreeing with you though. (He also went back to eating his salad, only sparing a small odd glance to Erikās dull teeth. Jon will never get used to Erikās full glamour.)
Inhuman strength and tendencies were on display as Erik ripped the first rib off the rack with just his teeth, and tossed it back into his open mouth to chew the meat off the bone like a piranha.
The server paused in waiting on the table next to them to watch and grin at the spectacle. Jon was now learning why Erik had a reputation when it came to eating.
(Jon paused his eating to take in the spectacle that is Erikās eating habits. He was realizing that he hasnāt seen Erik eat meat since the deer in the woods. It wasnāt much different than that, definitely less bloody. He goes back to eating after just a quick look. At least he wasnāt starving himself.)
The naked bones were spat out on the other end of the platter before he licked the sauce off his face and went in for another. This process repeated until all the ribs were bare.
Erik wiped his face with a napkin while giggling. "Uh, I guess this is a good way to find out if we can have dinner together. Though, to be fair, I only eat ribs like this. Or, if I do eat other things this way, it's not in public. Ribs are supposed to be eaten messily..."
Erik rolled his eyes. "I'm not having this debate again. If you weren't cute, you wouldn't have two very hot boyfriends. End of discussion."
He went back to eating his salad until his main course arrivedā a rack of babyback ribs, drizzled in barbecue sauce. Erik grinned in anticipation, which looked off due to his glamor-concealed teeth.
(Jon scoffed.) Whatever. This doesnāt mean Iām agreeing with you though. (He also went back to eating his salad, only sparing a small odd glance to Erikās dull teeth. Jon will never get used to Erikās full glamour.)
Inhuman strength and tendencies were on display as Erik ripped the first rib off the rack with just his teeth, and tossed it back into his open mouth to chew the meat off the bone like a piranha.
The server paused in waiting on the table next to them to watch and grin at the spectacle. Jon was now learning why Erik had a reputation when it came to eating.
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This took me a while to work up the courage to answer. I still don't know what our relationship is, so this question made me do a lot of thinking.
We were never really close. Avoided eachother. He was too similar to me in the ways I didn't want to acknowledge. I wish I'd been there for him back then. Maybe I could have stopped everything.
After the explosion, I wanted to try and build a relationship with him. I was going to make up for my past negligence, and make sure he felt seen and cared for. But... that didn't go too well. I fucked that up, and then I left, and Tim went into Martin's care.
Martin actually forced us to communicate by locking us in a closet, like some cliche TV show. It did help, though. Turns out we'd both felt guilty over what happened, and thought it was our own fault. And then, once we'd realized that both of us had been in the wrong, we kind of mellowed out, and we bonded over being so fucked up. Then we just kind of sat in comfortable silence for a bit.
When Tim is upset, one of his arms gets warm. Just barely hot enough to prick. It feels really nice.
I'm not saying I want him to be upset, but it's a good place to lean against while I try to ground him back in reality. And it's a good measure of when he's feeling better, when the heat goes down.
Tim is part of my pod, whether he wants to be or not. I'm going to protect him. And, maybe one day, when I've attoned, we could be friends.
So I was wondering.. whatās going on with you and Martin? How do you feel about him?
Ah yeah, I don't know if I ever explained that.
Martin and I used to have a rivalry at work, since Martin hated me for taking up Jon's attention. I played along out of pure pettiness, but I never actually hated him. Maybe mild dislike at worst. I recognized him as a passionate, strong, and caring equal, even if none of those positive attributes were ever directed at me.
Nowadays, though, since both of us "got the guy", our relationship has started to improve. We had already upgraded to a sort of neutral relationship out of necessity earlier on, but since we now share a partner, we've been working on repairing our relationship so Jon isn't affected in the long term.
It allows me to actually indulge positive emotions toward him and treat him kindly like he deserves. Martin is a brilliant man whose devotion to the ones he loves rivals my own. He's able to take massive leaps in self-improvement for the betterment of his other half. His compassion for those he cares about knows no bounds. On the other hand, he's quick to let people know how he really feels if he doesn't like them. He didn't used to be, but now he's starting to be firm with his and others' boundaries, not taking shit from anyone.
(He's also quite good in bed. Cough.)
Generally, he's become a good friend of mine, and I know I can trust him with anything.
A lotās happened recently, so I was wondering.. how do you feel about Jon?
It's funny that you even have to ask that question considering the spam posting I did a few days ago, but I suppose I could give a more in-depth answer.
Jon is the love of my life. He's my mate- soul and otherwise. He's also my closest friend.
He saved my life. Without him, I don't think I'd have a reason to keep on.
He's also, just... amazing. He's got this grand destiny, and I get to watch it all unfurl before my eyes. I get to watch him Become. I always sensed he had potentialā It's why I fell in love with him. But seeing him in action is something else entirely. I understand cults now. Some people just radiate divinity and power.
I'd do anything for Jon already, but even moreso now out of pure awestruck devotion. He's incredible.
The phone rang. At first, Jon might have dismissed it as a spam call, but then it kept calling, from that same number, over, and over, and over...
When Jon finally picked up the phone, he heard Erik's voice, sounding seconds away from heartbreak.
"Jon..? Is that you...?"
Erik?! I- Youāre- I thought you-! Are you alright?! Where are you?? (Jon immediately stood up from his seat on the couch and started to pace, fidgeting with his ring. That was Erik. He was back. Jon fought back tears as he waited for Erik to respond. He hasnāt realized how badly heād missed that voice.)
"I wanted to know if you came back to us. I'm sorry I took so long to come back, myself... I'm still not sure it was the right decision. Uh- anyways... Can you come pick me up? Or send someone? Not Tim-"
The speed with which Erik specified anyone but Tim betrayed his lingering guilt about the whole... bite situation.
(Jon bit his lip. Martin wasā¦ working. Jon would go pick him up by himself. The only question is how? Itās not like he has a car. Heāll call an uber or something, he just needs to get to Erik. Maybe he can use Erikās truck?) Iāll come pick you up. We can talk more when I get there, okay? Can I use your truck?
"Yeah- Yeah, you can use my truck, Jon..." The question seemed to amuse Erik, judging by the disbelieving laughter in his voice. Jon Knew that Erik would let him use his truck, his house, his entire bank account- anything he asked.
"I-... Nevermind. I'll tell you when you're here."
Iāll be there as soon as I can. Stay safe, please. (Jon rushed out to the truck, Knowing where the spare key was kept and grabbing it. He didnāt even bother to wait until Erik hung up.)
(Jon didnāt even know exactly where Erik was. He just kept on driving trying to find a cafe near the beach. The only thing that mattered to him right now was finding Erik. It had been so long since heād seen him, and he couldnāt deny that waking up and hearing that he was gone stung.)
(Eventually he found the cafe and quickly parked the truck as close as possible. He made his way over to Erik, pushing through people when necessary.)
Erikā¦ (He didnāt know what else to say, staring at the man before him. He looked like hell. Christ, Jon missed him.)
"Jon..." Erik breathed, like he was witnessing divinity. His muscles tensed, and his fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out but he didn't know if it was allowed.
"I missed you too," he answered to Jon's internal longing. The sound was choked, and beaten, and weak. So weak...
(Jon rushed forward and hugged Erik as tight as he could. He couldnāt bear to hear him sound that weak. He wished he could just fix everything, make it all okay, so heād never have to hear Erik sound that defeated again. He let his tears fall, leaving a wet spot on Erikās borrowed shirt.)
Erik hugged him back, a little too painfully tight at first- like he'd forgotten his own strength- before he loosened his grip. Tears started to fall from Erik's cheeks as he full-on sobbed in Jon's arms.
"I love you, Jon... I love you so much. I'm so glad you're alive. I'm sorry... I'm sorry for everything."
I love you. Donāt apologize, Erik you-ā¦you all were struggling. Donāt you ever leave like that againā¦ (Jon meant that last sentence as a threat but it didnāt come out quite as intimidating as he wanted it to in between his sobs.) I love you and I missed you so much. Iām so glad youāre still here I- (His grip on Erikās shirt tightens.) I was starting to think you werenāt coming back.
"I almost didn't, but... I needed to know if you were alive. And, now, it's selfish but... I don't want to leave again now that I have you in my arms."
Erik let out a shaky breath as he finally started to relax. "I'm really glad you didn't kiss me. I haven't eaten anything but seaweed and some whalefall in months. I really need meat..."
(Jon tightens his grip on Erik just the slightest bit, as if even the thought of him not coming back could make him disappear. He relaxes his grip soon, after Erik relaxes as well.) Letās get you some meat then. (Jon thought, the sooner he could get Erik fed, the sooner he could kiss him. He quickly shook that thought away out of embarrassment.)
Erik nodded, and pulled away to go and talk to the person who'd helped him out. Then, he picked up what looked like a rusty dog muzzle off of a table outside and brought it with him.
"I picked this up off the ocean floor before coming to land. Figured I'd probably need to put it on... but I didn't wanna freak you out, seeing me with it on first thing- which was probably stupid- uh, but I'm gonna put it on in the car. Unless you happened to bring my clean one from my apartment?"
He made a face like please don't tell me I have to put this disgusting thing on.
Erik. (Jon shot Erik a look.) You are not putting that thing anywhere near your face. Absolutely not. (He sighed fondly.) Just get in the car. I trust you.
"I don't. I'm putting 'that thing' on. You know what happens when I haven't eaten. It's either this or a gag. At least with the muzzle, I can still speak."
Erik wobbled toward his truck, nearly tripping, and caught himself against a lamp post.
"Ah. Right. My legs are a little... Uh, unused to walking at the moment. I was a little wobbly before heading to the ocean too. Uh- now that I'm healed, it'll only be a matter of time before I can walk properly."
He hobbled all the way to the driver's seat and got in, then reached over to pop the passenger door open.
(Jon opened his mouth to argue but decided against it. Erik likely wouldnāt listen to his objections. He sighed.) Fine.
(He got into the passenger seat and looked over to Erik, studying the rusty muzzle over his mouth. He still doesnāt like him wearing that. Just the sight of him in it makes him cringe.) Are you sure youāre alright to drive?
Of course I still love you. Erik I-ā¦ (Jon paused for a moment as he thought of what to say.) Youāve been a steady presence in my life for a while now. Everything youāve done for me, itās helped me in someway and I-ā¦ like I said before, I trust you.
I had an advantage in this situation, Tim didnāt. He didnāt have the Eye keeping him alive. I have a feeling he wouldnāt have survived if you hadnāt been there. You made the right decision, Erik. You care about the people you love so much, itās one of the things I love about you.
(Jonās face was slightly darker as he spoke to Erik, unable to keep himself from blushing despite trying to.)
Erik avoided tearing up, and just gave Jon a watery smile.
"Thanks..."
After a few seconds, he added, "Uhm- a-anyways, my point was, if... If you're still serious about this, about me, I-... I should probably show you what I really look like, one of these days. I had a lot of time to get comfortable being in my- uh, true form I guess- again, I just need a while to get comfortable with the idea of someone... seeing it.
"I-I mean, you definitely Saw bits and pieces of me like that in my... memories... but I don't want you to associate my body with... murder. So, I want you to see it one day, as a positive thing. Martin can come too. We can go down to the beach on a rainy day, and I'll just, y'know, show you. I-I just hope I won't scare Martin."
(Jon nodded.) Whenever youāre ready. Iām happy to go down to the beach with you and see it someday. Iām sure Martin would like to come as well. (Suddenly, Jon was reminded of Martin and Tim. He should probably message them to let them know Erik is back. Especially Tim. Maybe heāll call him.)
I should probably call Tim, tell him that youāre back.
Alright. (Jon opened his phone and scrolls to find Timās contact. His finger hovers over the screen for a moment before he finally calls him.) Tim? I um- Something happened. (Great. Awesome way to say that. He hopes Tim doesnāt think someone died or something.)
[Tim picked up the phone and was immediately met with a very worrying sentence from Jon. He quickly put down his phone onto the nearest flat surface on speaker mode as his left hand started trembling.]
āWhat?! What happened? Are you alright?ā [He responded as soon as he could, letting out a little breath at the end of his sentence.]
Iām alright, Tim. I shouldāve worded that betterā¦ Itās just um- Erik is back. (Jon pauses to take a breath.) He uhā¦ heās okay. Just thought I should let you know. I didnāt want to not warn you.
[Tim froze, his whole body reacting in an instant. He could feel the pain in his shoulder spike up again, but not the heat for once. He was suddenly thankful that he had put his phone down.]
āWhat..? Is he- is he with you right now?ā [Tim was holding his breath for some reason he couldnāt quite pinpoint.] āWhere are you?ā
[It didnāt translate through the call, but Timās hands were struggling at trying to stim at his sides in reaction to the situation.]
He is. (Jon was starting to feel anxious at Timās reaction. He hopes heāll be okay. Heās sure this is a lot for him to deal with.) Weāre in the car on the way back to the house. (Jon fidgeted with his ring. Maybe they shouldnāt go back to the house. What if Tim isnāt ready? Jon wouldnāt want him to spiral now. Not when heās been doingā¦ okay, for a while.)
[Tim stayed quiet for a few seconds, leaving a suffocating silence to sit between them. His voice softened, but not in a reassuring way.]
āHeās with you, right uh-ā [He paused again, shuffling around the room before stilling once more.] āI should move out, shouldnāt I?ā
[Tim looked around at his belongings but his mind was already partially elsewhere. He absentmindedly started packing up his few belongings and clean clothes regardless.]
(Jon looks to Erik anxiously.) Tim I- I really donāt think you have to move out. Not if you donāt want to. If itās uncomfortable to- to stay there, that alright but uh- I donāt think thatās necessary. (He kept looking at Erik for confirmation, tilting his head in question.)
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Erik's voice broke as it came out. "I-... I don't think Tim wants to stay, Jon. How could he? I almost..."
Leaning the slightest bit closer to the phone, Erik uttered, "...I'm so sorry, Tim. I promise you, it will never happen again. I won't ever let myself get to that point."
[Timās breathing audibly stuttered at the sound of Erikās voice. A war was raging inside him between the trauma response threatening to drag him down and the relief that he hadnāt lost another person forever.]
āItās-.. itās over now, donāt worry about it..ā [His voice trailed off, quiet. The room he was in was rapidly chilling, but he couldnāt feel it. He kept robotically packing his bags. Speaking up again, he hoped it would be Jon that would respond rather than Erik, since he didnāt know how well he could hold a conversation with the siren in this moment.]
(Jon took a deep breath.) Aboutā¦ fifteen minutes or so? (He really hopes Tim will be okay on his own. He doesnāt want Tim to move out given this whole situation. The Lonely is lingering too close to the archives and the archive staff and their little group is suffering more than just supernatural issues. Hopefully Jon could find time to visit him regularly. Martin could stay with him but Lukas has been dragging him away too often.)
āRight- okay.. I should be out by the time you arrive. Donāt worry about thatā [Tim shakily exhaled as reached for the proper hook he bought inspired by the one Erik had given him all those months ago, after heād just moved in.] āMake sure youāre both alright.ā
[Tim desperately wanted to ask if Erik had eaten, but he didnāt know if the answer would sink him deeper into the haziness forcing itself into his head, so he kept the question quiet and hoped Jon could deal with the situation.]
We um- Weāll try. Stay safe as well, Tim. Please call me if you need anything. (Jon waited for Tim to make a vaguely affirmative noise before hanging up. He exhaled.) Rightā¦ (He looked back over to Erik, hoping to see how he was doing by just looking at him.)
To be perfectly honest, Erik was not doing too great. He shrunk into himself, and looked near tears.
"I should probably eat something. Uh, I'll pay you back, but can we stop at a restaurant? There's one I usually go to when my cravings are strong... I want to eat as soon as possible. I'll do the rest of the gorging when I have access to my own card."
Of course. I- Anything you need. (Jon hesitated before snaking his hand over to rest it on Erikās thigh and offer some sort of comfort. He gave Erik a sincere look. Jon was going to tell Erik he doesnāt have to pay him back but Erik would make sure that Jon got the money anyway so arguing was pointless.)
A watery smile broke out on his lips. He swallowed, and changed routes to head to the restaurant.
When they arrived, Erik found a spray bottle in the car and spritzed the contents on his face. His features began to shift until he looked like that version of himself Jon met in the alley. Dangerously perfect.
Erik took a deep breath. "Alright, let's go." His teeth had become perfect pearly whites. Human. Erik pocketed the spray bottle as he got out of the car.
(Jon studied Erik curiously. Honestly, he much prefers Erik without the full human glamour. In this form, he almost looks too perfect. Itāsā¦ strange? Jon doesnāt know how to feel about it really. He follows Erik into the restaurant. Heād never been here before so he shadows Erik silently, sticking close by him as they enter the restaurant.)
Erik removed his muzzle at the last possible second, and headed inside. The employee who walked them to their booth seemed to recognize Erik, judging by how they were chatting him up. They asked who Erik had brought with him.
"Oh! This is my boyfriend, Jon. Uh, I may have mentioned him... before..."
Erik let out an awkward chuckle, and the employee met it with a giggle. "Maybe a bit," they agreed.
Erik didn't even have to order. The employee just pointed with their pen, said, "The usual," and then pointed to Jon to ask, "And for you?"
Umā¦ (Jon didnāt know what to order so he skimmed over the menu quickly. He hates going to new restaurants. On top of that, hearing that Erik has talked about himā a lot based on the employeeās reactionā made him flustered.) A caesar salad, please. (Luckily most places tend to have one of his safe foods since theyāre very common.)
(Jon watches as Erik and the sever bantered. Hm. He must come here a lot. Based on their conversation, the employeesā or this one at leastā must know about Erikās wholeā¦ thing. He gave Erik an intrigued look.) You um- You must come here often. (He fidgets with his ring.) The employees seem friendly.
"That one is. They became an avatar after I started coming here. I could smell it on them... so I offered to help them find their feet. I took them hunting for fear and taught them the ropes of ethical consumption. Now we're sort of casual friends. I hope they didn't worry too much when I didn't show up for a while..."
Erik took the silverware on his side of the table and set the steak knife far to the back end, away from him. He seemed satisfied once it was out of range.
Oh. Yes, well I guess that makes sense. Itās good to have someone like that. Something did seemā¦ off about them. I suppose I havenāt gotten the hang of sniffing out avatars yet. (Jon smiles slightly. He looked over and saw the steak knife out of range and cringed a bit. Whatever Erik needs to feel secure, he supposed.)
(Jon blushes a bit at the casual pet name.) I um- I read a couple statements when I woke up? Been reading them periodically when I get tooā¦ hungry. Theyāre not very filling, though. They tide me over but I donāt feel full.
"Sounds like you need a live statement, then. I don't think I ever gave one about when Leitner tried to shoot me? Or how things went when you were in a coma."
Erik sucked in a sharp breath as an image of the gaping wound he created in Tim's shoulder came to mind. He flinched away from it.
"...Actually, let's stick to when I almost got murdered. That'd be more pleasant."
Oh. I- Right. (Jon nodded stiffly. Itās almost laughable that āthe time Erik almost got murderedā would be more pleasant thanā¦ well, any other traumatic event. Guess thatās what you get when your lives are being run by evil fear gods.) You donāt have to. I mean, it would be better than taking statements from civilians butā¦ you donāt have to do this for me. (He looks across the table at Erik thoughtfully.)
Erik frowned, an unreasonable but clearly negative expression on his face. Jon Knew that he was weighing the pros and cons.
"I mean, it's not... fun, reliving my trauma as if it were happening for the first time. But, I like being compelled, and I love you, so I want you to be healthy. I'd rather you take my fear than someone else's... At least I'm consenting. It's ethical."
Erik heaved a bone-tired sigh, shoulders sagging against the back of the booth. "It'll have to wait until later, though. I don't want to do it in public. I know human food probably isn't very filling to you, but I hope you can make do for now."
Thatāsā¦ thank you, Erik. (Jon smiled sappily at him. Erik was so good to him. He felt like he didnāt deserve it. Maybe he was being selfish for accepting it. At this point, that was this least of his concerns. He was allowed to be a little selfish.) I love you too.
Iām not starving, Iām sure human food will do just fine. I donāt think I actually need to eat. I can, I just donāt think I need to. (Jon shrugged.)
Erik nodded. "Right. Sometimes I forget that most avatars don't need food. It's just... hardwired into me as a construct, I guess. So I have a reason to keep eating."
Jon's salad arrived with one that was apparently for Erik. It was more iceberg lettuce than anything else, with croutons, bits of carrots, and cucumbers. Erik happily munched on a piece of lettuce and thanked the server.
"Speaking of eating, try the croutons. The ones here are amazing. I don't know what drugs they put in them to make them so buttery and crispy, but I'm addicted."
(Jon nodded and picked up his fork. He took a bite of the salad with one of the croutons. Holy shit those are good.) Those are good. Wow. (He happily took another bite of the salad.) We have to come here again. These are great. (Jon was very satisfied with his salad. Maybe they could all come here togetherā Martin, Erik, and himself. )
(Tim could also come, if he feels up to it. Jon wouldnāt want to force him. But he would like for him to be thereā for them all to get together and do something again. He misses the rare times Tim would drag him out to drinks with the rest of the crew. Even those good memories are tainted with the knowledge of a friend he canāt remember though.)
"We can come here as many times as you want," Erik assured with a lovesick smile as he watched Jon eat. "I can pay. Or, we can rock paper scissors for it if you want a chance to foot the bill. No cheating by Knowing what I'm going to pick, though."
Erik's lips shifted to one side in contemplation. "I suppose we could always make Martin play in your place, so we can keep things fair."
(Jon gave him an offended look.) I would not cheat. But Iām also not going to let you pay every time. (He took another bite. If Martin were to stop working so much they might be able to go out. Jon sighs.)
Itās just- Martin has been working so much. All the time. Lukas, (He says the name like itās poison on his tongue.) has been calling him away more often lately. Iām worried for him. The Lonely isā¦ itās dangerous. And I- I miss him. (He says the last bit in a smaller voice.)
I know he has his reasons and I understand! I just- Itās a stupid ideaā working for the Lonely like he is. Itās reckless and self sacrificing and I wish he would see that. (Jon lets his fork rest on his plate to prop his head up with his hand.)
"Is there a single member of our crew who isn't suicidal? Are we held together with nothing but eachother's hands?"
Erik blinked a couple times. "That came out more poetic than I meant it to."
He heaved his own sigh to reset. "...I was this close to k- t-to giving up my own life, before you helped me. I was content to die for the greater good... but you gave me a reason to stick around, and not take the risk. I- I know Martin will come around, like I did. He loves you as much as I do. If you ask him to live, I'm sure he'll eventually make that choice."
Yesā¦ (Jon sighs.) Yes, I guess so. Hopefully itās sooner rather than later. Iāll have to believe that heāll come around or I donāt know what Iāll do. (After a pause,) Thank you, Erik. I love you.
(He speaks up again after a few moments,) I still want Lukas out of my archives. (He says that with a face somewhat adjacent to a grumpy cat whose space was invaded by a stranger.)
"Your archives?" Erik repeated, his voice dripping with affection. "You're so cute when you're territorial."
"If you feel that strongly, you and I could carve some protective runes into the doorways? I've got my claws, but you can use a pocket knife. Maybe it'll make you feel a little bit safer."
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