doesn't stop me from feeling the loss

[ continued from here ]


Aidan thought that Sookie was being a bit serious about the whole thing, but he knew that she'd gone through a lot of stuff lately so maybe humor wasn't the best thing to try right now.

"Well, since you're stuck here for the moment would you like something to drink?" he asked.


"I'm fine," Sookie replied in turn, shaking her head slightly and raising her chin in an airy motion, one which tried to emphasize just how perfect things were, bar none. (It was a lie, of course, but one made to herself, and perhaps more forgivable in that sense. If Sookie wasn't feeling fine, she was having trouble recognizing it that night, convinced as she was that everything was better than it'd been in weeks. No need for emotional turmoil.) "I don't want to start downing beer again, at any rate, because we definitely do not need a repeat of that other night."

Resting her chin in her hand, she shrugged. "So, tell me what you've been up to! Your plans for the holidays."

makes the beautiful world that you see in the morning

There are days when Sookie Stackhouse doesn't care to think about her emotions, doesn't bother to try to sort out her place in her relationships, and can't simply can't muster the wherewithal to do anything but lounge about. Lazy Sundays, she referred to them as, back when she still lived in Bon Temps, and although today may not be a Sunday, still she finds herself curled in one of the plush armchairs in the rec room, a few books laying about. Unable to quite focus enough on a single one, Sookie draws herself up, letting her legs (in trousers for ease of movement) slip back down from the armrest.

If her focus doesn't come back soon, she thinks, either this means she's due for a long round of sleep, or the Winchester gets an extra pair of hands that evening. Still, a mind full of white noise seems to be better than letting herself mire in panic, as she has so often lately.