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justsookie) wrote2012-04-22 05:24 pm
justsookie) wrote2012-04-22 05:24 pm
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whatever you want is fine by me
There's an entirely new color palette that stretches across the sky when dusk settles. That's one of the surprising things to Sookie, that the sky should be able to switch without hardly a second thought, and that it doesn't hold any control of its own. The clouds are able to mar its appearance. The sun chooses when to spread its colors across. And even when they feel so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, even people are able to affect its color, the dust of coal making the sky look just a little dirtier than it did on the island, and maybe in that, Sookie feels just a little more at home.
A little more like they have some amount of control over their surroundings, even though it's ridiculous, and the sky here is nothing more than painted on by the magic that's inherent in the island.
She sits with her hat lowered over her eyes, the sun still hot where it casts over her skin, legs draping over the edge of the Compound roof. However changed her settings are, there's no doubt that sitting higher up and staring at everything below lends a sense of peace so rarely found on the island.
Gives her time to think.
A little more like they have some amount of control over their surroundings, even though it's ridiculous, and the sky here is nothing more than painted on by the magic that's inherent in the island.
She sits with her hat lowered over her eyes, the sun still hot where it casts over her skin, legs draping over the edge of the Compound roof. However changed her settings are, there's no doubt that sitting higher up and staring at everything below lends a sense of peace so rarely found on the island.
Gives her time to think.