justsookie | this is the correlation of salvation and love

While Sookie wasn't precisely the sort who believed that perfect attendance was necessary in order to do well in school, careful coaching from gran had taught her to respect those who took the time out of their day to impart their knowledge, especially when teachers seemed to get a lot less of a dollar value for the amount of effort that they put in. Combined with the fact that her teacher was one Buffy Summers, and Sookie had managed to make every effort to attend the biweekly martial arts courses, scheduling her shifts at the Winchester around them, always begging off a day early if she was somehow ill. But that week, she had missed the Wednesday lesson. No prior notice. No rushed explanation on the day after, no knocking on Buffy's door, none of that.

Because, quite simply, she'd forgotten. Spitting out pseudo-curses, Sookie quickly rustled through the clothes box, finding a pale yellow and pink striped jumpsuit, relatively innocuous until she realized the 'KISS ME' splayed over her behind in white block letters. Groaning, Sookie rushed off to the classroom regardless, tying her hair up in a high ponytail as she went, scampering up flights of stairs and hoping that she was early enough to catch Buffy before all the other students filed in. Once she arrived at the door, however, she wondered how exactly she was going to explain.

My boyfriend and I were unexpectedly busy?

Getting ass takes precedence over kicking ass?

Mitchell and I were having dance lessons?

Slapping both of her cheeks, Sookie decided just to wing it, pushing through the door and predictably finding Buffy there, laying out the materials that they would be working with that day. "Hey," Sookie greeted, expression slightly hesitant. "Need a hand?"

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"Seriously?" It may not be the most dignified of reactions, but Buffy can't help it any more than she can keep her jaw from dropping (just slightly) and her eyes from widening. Even in Sunnydale, it wasn't every day that she met someone else — someone not already a friend or ally, that is — who knew of the supernatural world. "Mine too. My boyfriend, I mean, he's a — was a vampire. And I was a telepath for all of two or three days before it nearly drove me crazy, which brings me to wow and all the way back to seriously? How did you deal with it? Can I ask that? Is that an okay thing to ask?"

The episode Buffy refers to suddenly pops back up in Sookie's mind, as much as she hates to have that happen. Whatever amount of joy Sookie derives from having her childhood hero on the island isn't going to fade, but there's always that sense that she's peeking somewhere she shouldn't be, that she knows things she has no right knowing at all. It's pretty similar, in a lot of ways, to how Sookie's felt about most people in Bon Temps at all, their business just filtering through Sookie's skull altogether until sometimes she gets a full cinematic experience depicting Jane Boathouse and her latest attempt at getting herself properly hitched. The least that she can do, though, is tell Buffy all of the details from her own life, try her best to even a score.

"Yeah, I'm... datin' another guy, here, and turns out he was also a vampire before arrivin' on the island, go figure. Though I guess I sorta have an excuse, or had one back home, 'cause vampires were some of the only people whose thoughts I couldn't read. Somethin' about them being dead and not actually having brain waves?" Sookie shrugs with a hopeless smile. "But... bein' a telepath was definitely not fun, though it's totally okay to ask. I guess I just got used to it, since I've been telepathic as long as I can remember. I'd sort of learned how to turn it off when I really needed to, too, it just doesn't work when I'm stressed. In other words, when I need peace and quiet the most."

"Yeah, that brain wave thing makes a lot more sense than what Angel -- my, uh, boyfriend? -- what he told me. Something about thoughts being like reflections in the mirror? I don't know, sometimes he speaks in riddles." Though mostly to herself, Buffy can't help but smile at the idea of Sookie dating someone on the island only to discover he, too, was a vampire. It's the exact kind of thing she would expect to happen to herself, if she'd somehow settled before Angel came around.

"Hey," starts Buffy, the word slightly muffled as she reaches toward the sky, then behind her back, despite having stretched already. She learned the hard way (via more than a few painful sprains) that one is never as relaxed as she thinks. "Where you come from, was it by any chance close to or sitting directly on the mouth of Hell? I only ask 'cause you said you had all these things within a ten mile radius, and so did Sunnydale, but that was because we had our own personal Hellmouth."

Following suit, Sookie starts to stretch as well, trying to relax her muscles and joints as she does some warm-up exercises. It suddenly strikes her as interesting, hearing the mention of Angel, that the vampire has kept everything secret from Buffy after all, the fact that a great deal of people have probably seen the lives of the two on television. She can't entirely blame him for it, being able to imagine how Buffy might take to the knowledge, and yet it continues to nag at Sookie inside, knowing that she would have preferred to know if her life was being used as entertainment for others.

"I... don't think Bon Temps was really near much of anythin'," Sookie replies, brow furrowing and wondering indeed why so much seems to happen around where she lives. "And it's not like vampires and werewolves are actually from hell. But there's an a-hole of a vampire sheriff near where I live, so I guess a lot of crap happened because of that. Vampire politics is kinda complicated and all."

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