give your immortality to me; i'll set you up against the stars

[justsookie]

Even though Sookie's glad to finally witness the kind of protections that Darrow has against people like Countdown, it sure as hell doesn't do her sleep any favors. Worried after seeing the trend of victims and doubly concerned about what might happen if someone with abilities take on a similar rampage, Sookie's been tossing and turning in her sleep, suffering from nightmares that leave her heart pounding as she sits up in bed, clutching at the sheets.

The worst part of it is being unable to tell anyone. What would be the point? Robin already sends Ishiah after her whenever she tries to head home alone after work. Lafayette still suffers nightmares of his own from Bon Temps, and she's loath to add on more for the sake of easing her own discomfort. Other friends have more than enough of their own problems to grapple with — raising children, recovering from assault.

It's a scary city, Darrow, and that's even without dipping into the strange and unexplained.

Still, the warmth of spring that teases occasionally at the weather is enough to send Sookie outside. She sits on the steps of her apartment building, a large mug of coffee in hand, cupping her hands around the warmth and trying her best not to fall asleep.

Trying being the operative word, as her head threatens to bump against the iron banister for the third time.

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[the_mongoose]

Stopping on the sidewalk some yards away, Will smiles. "I was going to text you about breakfast," he says, voice pitched quiet for the early hour, "But I didn't want to wake you."

His alternate plan had been to visit the bakery around the corner first, and come bearing warm pastries and coffee to ameliorate the pain of any lost sleep. "I see that wasn't a danger." Will steps closer, close enough to touch his thumb to the faint pink mark on Sookie's forehead. "Or is it?"