sookiescookies (sookiescookies) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-05-03 23:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~sookie stackhouse |
Who: Sook and Hannibal and Nigel (kinda)
Where: Her bedroom/fantasy dream of her home
What: DREAM TIME
When: Saturday night, late late late
Rating: High as you dare, really. You know the deal by now
Open: No
Status: Ongoing/incomplete
NB: This thread is all in Sook's head. It's a dream. The consequences will only affect her.
Her eyes burned with the tears she had spilled. Jake and JR and Izzy had all happened so close to one another that it was getting harder for her brain to block the voices. She had retreated to the wall, seeing her best friend and her nephew's names etched there had let it all come to the fore. Just being alone with grief, away from the invasion of other people's let Sook focus on what was all so hard built up. Her knees ached from kneeling by it, just staring up and talking to them to say a hopefully temporary goodbye.
By the time she got home, it was pitch black and cold. Everyone missing, either asleep or elsewhere. It got harder to live in a house with fewer people day by day and she longed for the times when there were happiness and joy.
Sook pulled off her jacket and crept up into her bedroom, curling up on the bed fully clothed and let her tired eyes finally get some peaceful rest.
Apparently her brain had other ideas...
When Sookie opened her eyes, she was blonde again. Her clothes had disappeared to be replaced by silky white and sequins of Fae dress. The world around her was... home. Louisiana but not. Everything shimmered and was full of colour; flowers bloomed and there was peace and quiet wherever she looked. It was beautiful.
"Am I dreaming?" she whispered, pulling out one of her blonde waves only for it to ping back into place.