[ooc; feel free to reply in either prose or action brackets! Look out for spoilers for the end of Blood Bank as Eric is post-canon.]
LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY
Eric has spent the last three years isolated from the rest of civilization. His parents' bit of land by the sea is peaceful. He's spent his time recovering emotionally and physically while rebuilding what Ellie and White Bones once had. Thankfully he has the company he needs from Shell's constant visits, but it was still a lonely day-to-day.
Now he's on this bus, surrounded by all sorts of people, and he barely knows what to do with himself because of it. His hands are balled up into fists on his knees as he sits. His body language shows a contained excitement or anxiety as he looks around him and out of the windows. He wonders if they expect him to kneel even though he doesn't have an assigned master yet. Probably not.
He reaches up and pushes some of his black hair from his face, exposing more of the scars that jet down from his forehead to below one of his eyes. Three lines that hint to an old injury that will never completely fade.
One day he'll think about the irony of being forced from one underclass of people to another, but for now he's mostly overwhelmed by how many people there are around him. That doesn't make him unfriendly, though. When one of those who boarded at a stop trips as the bus lunges forward he instinctively reaches out to catch them.
"Are you alright?" he asks, voice gentle and concerned.
END IN THE DISCORD
Anyone who saw the tense young man on the bus would be shocked to see the difference in Eric's body language when he discovers Autonomy. Whereas before he had been tight with anxiety and excitement, now he seems almost a little too at ease.
Something about the freedom of not having to be the thing the mark on his neck says he should be sets a part of him loose. There's an aura around him that speaks to confidence and command. He might bear the mark, but there is nothing submissive about him now.
He's at the bar nursing a drink and observing the room. He's curious about other people around but in a quiet observant sort of way. It's interesting to see how they act when they aren't under the strict rules of this world.
It's interesting to be around so many once again. He realizes how much he had missed it. Even if his life as One had been a life filled with concern that he would be found out, it had still been one with friends and colleagues. He's starting to realize he could have that again here.
That's what prompts him to enter his name into the lottery. A chance to meet someone new. Finally the message comes and he turns his attention away from the crowd to read the name displayed.
Eric | Blood Bank | Submissive
LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY
Eric has spent the last three years isolated from the rest of civilization. His parents' bit of land by the sea is peaceful. He's spent his time recovering emotionally and physically while rebuilding what Ellie and White Bones once had. Thankfully he has the company he needs from Shell's constant visits, but it was still a lonely day-to-day.
Now he's on this bus, surrounded by all sorts of people, and he barely knows what to do with himself because of it. His hands are balled up into fists on his knees as he sits. His body language shows a contained excitement or anxiety as he looks around him and out of the windows. He wonders if they expect him to kneel even though he doesn't have an assigned master yet. Probably not.
He reaches up and pushes some of his black hair from his face, exposing more of the scars that jet down from his forehead to below one of his eyes. Three lines that hint to an old injury that will never completely fade.
One day he'll think about the irony of being forced from one underclass of people to another, but for now he's mostly overwhelmed by how many people there are around him. That doesn't make him unfriendly, though. When one of those who boarded at a stop trips as the bus lunges forward he instinctively reaches out to catch them.
"Are you alright?" he asks, voice gentle and concerned.
END IN THE DISCORD
Anyone who saw the tense young man on the bus would be shocked to see the difference in Eric's body language when he discovers Autonomy. Whereas before he had been tight with anxiety and excitement, now he seems almost a little too at ease.
Something about the freedom of not having to be the thing the mark on his neck says he should be sets a part of him loose. There's an aura around him that speaks to confidence and command. He might bear the mark, but there is nothing submissive about him now.
He's at the bar nursing a drink and observing the room. He's curious about other people around but in a quiet observant sort of way. It's interesting to see how they act when they aren't under the strict rules of this world.
It's interesting to be around so many once again. He realizes how much he had missed it. Even if his life as One had been a life filled with concern that he would be found out, it had still been one with friends and colleagues. He's starting to realize he could have that again here.
That's what prompts him to enter his name into the lottery. A chance to meet someone new. Finally the message comes and he turns his attention away from the crowd to read the name displayed.