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taxonomites2010-04-16 04:48 pm
lajolieblonde.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2010-04-16 04:48 pm
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[ holo ] | come away come away if you're going leave the sinking ship behind
The dream weighs heavy on Sookie's mind, even just as it ends. Not so much the sex parts-- she may have been a virgin until Bill, but by God she's a red blooded female just like any other woman, and even if he's a lying cheat Eric's a fine man to look at-- but the comfort. Feeling tender, like she does for Bill, but towards Eric; the lowdown snake himself. Doesn't help the feeling's aren't hers, just his blood running around her body making her feel the things he wants her to.
She doesn't like being lied to, being played with like she's nothing but that little dog in a game of Monopoly. And she sure as hell hates being treated like the last cold beer in the damn icebox. If Eric really wanted her, he oughta act like Bill did, woo her. Not sneak through every backdoor and manipulate her into helping him.
"That stupid a--" There's a long pause as Sookie takes in the arrival room. It's all fancy and clean, not like anything back home. Even fancier than the places in Dallas, colder somehow. "This ain't the car. Jason? Bill?"
Her expression hardens from confusion and worry into anger. The Fellowship's all about down home and dingy basements. The only person she knows who seems like he'd feel right at home somewhere this sterile and dressed up is...
"Eric Northman, you get out here right this second. I swear to God this is low, even for you. I gotta get home, and you're gonna turn me loose right this second and send me the way I came."
One toe taps on the floor impatiently, and her arms cross over her chest. "I don't care what deal I made, after that stunt you pulled if you ever want me to help you again as long as I live, you'll quit bein' so damn highhanded and just ask."
[ ooc: still playing house for holi's kids, so sloooooooooooooooooow tagging. but like that's any different than normal, lol. >.> ]
She doesn't like being lied to, being played with like she's nothing but that little dog in a game of Monopoly. And she sure as hell hates being treated like the last cold beer in the damn icebox. If Eric really wanted her, he oughta act like Bill did, woo her. Not sneak through every backdoor and manipulate her into helping him.
"That stupid a--" There's a long pause as Sookie takes in the arrival room. It's all fancy and clean, not like anything back home. Even fancier than the places in Dallas, colder somehow. "This ain't the car. Jason? Bill?"
Her expression hardens from confusion and worry into anger. The Fellowship's all about down home and dingy basements. The only person she knows who seems like he'd feel right at home somewhere this sterile and dressed up is...
"Eric Northman, you get out here right this second. I swear to God this is low, even for you. I gotta get home, and you're gonna turn me loose right this second and send me the way I came."
One toe taps on the floor impatiently, and her arms cross over her chest. "I don't care what deal I made, after that stunt you pulled if you ever want me to help you again as long as I live, you'll quit bein' so damn highhanded and just ask."
[ ooc: still playing house for holi's kids, so sloooooooooooooooooow tagging. but like that's any different than normal, lol. >.> ]