taxonomites | [ visual | location: Sookie's house ] be just fine and dandy lord it's like a hard candy christmas

Sookie's Christmas was the first she's ever spent alone. It's hard, missing the people she left back in Bon Temps (Lord help her, she misses Bill; heartbreak can't seem to erase what she feels for him. Felt for him. Oh, fine, it's the first.)

But Lord knows she's had enough moping, and it's not in her nature anyway. Instead, she's taken it on herself to clean the house she took over top to bottom, the project keeping her mind from dwelling on the lingering uncertainty, sadness.

She slips on some water and the teapot in her hands goes flying, crashing against the wall and shattering into a million pieces. It was nothing, just a nice little flowered thing she got for herself around the holidays. But as her knees crash to the floor and starbursts of pain run up her legs, that teapot seems like the last straw.

Without thinking about it, she stretches out her hand and light arcs out, and the pieces are dust, now. She slumps down, resting her hands on her knees and hanging her head. "Oh, hell." There's a small beep and either her power turned the tablet on or her luck is just that awful, because when Sookie looks up it's recording her slumped defeat and she quickly scrambles off her knees-- not completely being able to hold back a tiny moan of pain as she does so-- to flip it off.

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Right. I may have only waited tables for the unimpressive length of one summer, but I do remember way too much slipping.

[ thank god you're not eric, buffy. he would've taken that one and run with it for miles. ]

Comin' home all sticky and bruised up's part of the job.

Y-yeah, if finally crawling back home to Sunnydale hadn't been reason enough to quit -- the sticky bruises would've been. [ not that she ever actually got bruised, but...blending! ]

Sunnydale's where you're from, hon?

[ sookie is... not that much older than you, buffy, but don't expect her to stop the mom thing because of that inconvenient fact. ]

Yeah. I mean -- I grew up some in LA and then grew up some more in Sunnydale but...Sunnydale feels the most like home.

If Sunnydale's where your heart feels like home's at, then it's home.

I guess that's probably the best way to put it.

I just figure too many people put stock in things like buildings and not the people in them.

But the funny thing about buildings is that they have this bad habit of getting...unbuilt. In a destructo kind of way.

All the more reason to keep your heart in things that'll last, then.

[ visual | location: Sookie's house ] be just fine and dandy lord it's like a hard candy christmas

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