note: amnesiac eric northman is what i need. not the fuckwitter extraordinaire he was before, although, in the light of this incredible mess that expands rapidly each day, i could compromise on that. one word - glamoring.  second word - he's fiction so i can project whatever qualities i feel like on him without feeling like i'm asking too much.

vampire blood can cure anything and paco would be alive and well
glamoring - he could have erased all the pain, frustration, doubts, tears, stress of this effin' september with one look. and, internets, trust me on this one, i need all those things erased out my head. whoever said that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger had a point, but i would like to add that i'm basically a shallow libra and i thrive in peace, harmony and not having to deal with a megaton of bad things. yes, i am very able to do it, but it doesn't mean i like it or that it's thrilling in any way. this month sucked royally all the way so far on so many levels, i'm somewhat stunned by still being functional. so - eric- glamoring - god, here's the consent forms signed in triplicate!!!!
menace factor - 100+. that is incredibly useful. who would dare to make your life miserable when you date an 1000+ years old viking vampire who's towering over everyone and is killative? seriously, no one with a slight sense of self-preservation.
super-speed and agility and ability of making things all right. plus he doesn't give up. if he wants you, he'll come get you, bill or no bill, and he'll love you forever. plus, he can feel if you're in danger and he can and will actually rescue you. which means i can finally put the big-girl panties in a drawer and be a damsel in distress. at least occasionally (and at this point it would be such a blessing)
he's also sensitive, vulnerable, loving, caring, supernatural and deviously smart. not to mention a former viking prince.