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Who: Eric and Sookie
What: After finally turning back into his normal self, he wants to find out if Sookie is really in the house.
When: Monday evening, just after sunset
Where: Second Floor Hallway (Outside Sookie's Room)
Status: COMPLETE
Warnings: Swearing, maybe?
When Eric forced himself awake, it was the late afternoon. The sun had almost nearly set, the sky filled with an array of colors signifying the end of the day, and he knew that it would be nightfall before the bleeds set in. The last two nights felt almost like a dream he barely remembered - he had felt like he was almost watching it from afar, and looking back on it now he couldn't distinctly remember anything past the first few sentences of a conversation with Sookie Stackhouse.
Wait, Sookie Stackhouse? Had that been real?
For every day of his very long unlife, Eric had nearly perfect memory. This sort of amnesia was unusual for him, but he couldn't be certain that the events of the past few days were a reality. After all, it wasn't very often that he was changed into the form of his maker, and then forced into his ways of thinking before being overtaken by another's will completely. Had it been anyone else, he would have fought tooth and nail to retain his mind. However, to allow Godric to reclaim life, even at the cost of his own...it had seemed worthwhile.
Still, back to his old self, Eric couldn't help but feel relieved that the transition had only been temporary. Now, if only he could remember.
Still, if what he recalled was correct, Sookie was in the hosue. An uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't quite place settled in his chest as he moved from his room and into the hallway. Eric felt the impulsive need to look for her, though he couldn't decide if he just needed to know if he was right or if he simply wanted to see her. He took great care to avoid the last dying rays of light that splashed through the small windows as he searched each floor, moving steadily downwards. He was begining to doubt himself for the first time in centuries when saw her in a hallway on the second floor. She was turned away from him, but he would have recognized those curves anywhere.
"Sookie," he said, awaiting her reaction. Whatever it might be.
What: After finally turning back into his normal self, he wants to find out if Sookie is really in the house.
When: Monday evening, just after sunset
Where: Second Floor Hallway (Outside Sookie's Room)
Status: COMPLETE
Warnings: Swearing, maybe?
When Eric forced himself awake, it was the late afternoon. The sun had almost nearly set, the sky filled with an array of colors signifying the end of the day, and he knew that it would be nightfall before the bleeds set in. The last two nights felt almost like a dream he barely remembered - he had felt like he was almost watching it from afar, and looking back on it now he couldn't distinctly remember anything past the first few sentences of a conversation with Sookie Stackhouse.
Wait, Sookie Stackhouse? Had that been real?
For every day of his very long unlife, Eric had nearly perfect memory. This sort of amnesia was unusual for him, but he couldn't be certain that the events of the past few days were a reality. After all, it wasn't very often that he was changed into the form of his maker, and then forced into his ways of thinking before being overtaken by another's will completely. Had it been anyone else, he would have fought tooth and nail to retain his mind. However, to allow Godric to reclaim life, even at the cost of his own...it had seemed worthwhile.
Still, back to his old self, Eric couldn't help but feel relieved that the transition had only been temporary. Now, if only he could remember.
Still, if what he recalled was correct, Sookie was in the hosue. An uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't quite place settled in his chest as he moved from his room and into the hallway. Eric felt the impulsive need to look for her, though he couldn't decide if he just needed to know if he was right or if he simply wanted to see her. He took great care to avoid the last dying rays of light that splashed through the small windows as he searched each floor, moving steadily downwards. He was begining to doubt himself for the first time in centuries when saw her in a hallway on the second floor. She was turned away from him, but he would have recognized those curves anywhere.
"Sookie," he said, awaiting her reaction. Whatever it might be.
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