Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-3293219-20151006193350

Eric sat by his Lover's bedside, gently holding his hand as he watched the Nord sleep, breathing softly as he did so. The Greymane tilted his head, with a slight smile as he saw Mathias' expression, so peaceful. He remembered waking up once, watching the young man with that same expression, a peaceful look on such a wonderously handsome face that made him forget his troubles...

Despite shooting her with the arrows, Helga got the last laugh, Mathias was defiled, molested and... corrupted. Eric still loved him, nothing had changed but he found it difficult to look at his body without feeling that Hag's clammy fingers beneath his. It brought the anger back, making him wish that he had kept the vile bitch alive so that he could use her as a human target dummy.

No... He couldn't think that way, it was in the past and Mathias wouldn't be thinking of it fondly himself. He could only imagine that the experience was harrowing for him and the thought of the person who loved him most judging him for it as if he had a choice in it, might just drive him over the edge.

The Nord took Mathias' hand again, holding it a little tighter as he hung his head, gently pressing his fingers against his forehead as he began to weep for him and his own failures as a lover.