There's A Story in Your Voice
TITLE: There’s A Story In Your Voice (stolen from Elvis Costello)
AUTHOR: Veruca ( verucasalt123)
FANDOM: True Blood
PROMPT: Medium
RATING: R (mainly for language)
WORD COUNT: ~800
SUMMARY: Sookie takes a field trip.
SPOILERS/WARNINGS: All of the new season of True Blood. If you haven’t seen Season 4, don’t read this.
I honestly have no idea why the hell I was there. Opening the door to the small shop, I took in the slightly cluttered atmosphere, a whole lot of weird smells, like incense and spices and I don’t know what else.
The woman had told me to go away, she couldn’t help me. But it’s not like I don’t know how to turn on the charm, give just the right signals to get what I want. Maybe it’s not the prettiest part of my personality, but that’s just how it is, so I got her to agree to a reading.
I knew she was a witch, that was why I had come. But she was also trying to pass herself off a medium, someone who could draw out people in the spiritual world so that they could, through her, connect with the living. My intention was to get some clue as to what had happened to Eric here and maybe figure out a way to reverse whatever spell had been cast to erase his memory.
The decision hadn’t been easy, going to this woman who might, for all I knew, have been a witch, and a powerful one at that. However, I never believed for a second that she really was a medium. The woman looked old and scatterbrained, bless her heart. It was fairly apparent that whatever she’d done to Eric, she wasn’t capable of doing it all by her lonesome. What the hell, though, I was there already so why not just give it a shot? See what happens? Lord knows after shifters and weres and fairies and vampires and last but not least the havoc that was wrought by Marianne, how could it hurt if I got a reading from this clearly fake medium.
That’s not why the decision was so difficult, though. Someplace inside me, though I knew it was awful and wrong and just really not even close to okay, there was this little voice reminding of how much more I liked this version of Eric. Well, all right, maybe not more, just…like, different, you know? All quiet and emotional and real, not posturing, not hiding things, completely open and honest about what his feelings were (not in the “SOOKIE STACKHOUSE YOU WILL BE MINE” kind of way), but they were real, and a tiny piece of me thought maybe this was what Eric should be. He was so beautiful and clearly capable of kindness and devotion, which I’d never seen so clearly before this whole stupid curse happened.
Not the right thing to do, selfish, dumb, quit it, I kept telling myself. But I went to see this so-called medium, this woman who claimed to be able to connect the dead with the living. It didn’t take more than a few minutes before my whole brain did this flipping around kind of thing and I felt the presence, a calm, peaceful feeling.
I heard it. Gran’s voice. She was warning me about Eric, which made a lot of sense, especially if his…condition was temporary. But her voice came from somewhere, and where else could it have come from if not the so-called medium? I knew I had some kind of psychic thing what with the mind reading and all, but I’d called out for my Gran so many times and never gotten a response. Until now.
Still sorting through the recognition of my gran’s voice and her advice about Eric, I was able to pay attention enough to hear her other warning. Get out. Run. Go. Now.
When she’d still been here with us in a physical way, I’d always listen to Gran, on account of she was the wisest person I’d ever known. And if she (or her spirit or ghost or whatever the hell) told me to run, hell if I wasn’t going to take off into a full-on sprint outta that place and away from that creepy lady.
Yeah, I’d always done what Gran had said, she was always right. I had a suspicious feeling, though, that even though I’d take her advice to Run Go Get Out Of Here Right This Minute, there was a pretty good chance that I would not be able to resist my heart falling into this new Eric who was so sweet and who made my toes curl when he kissed me.
Despite what I’d heard about him in my Gran’s voice, I went back to Eric. He needed me. That’s the reason why I went back to him. Not because I needed him. Obviously.
AUTHOR: Veruca ( verucasalt123)
FANDOM: True Blood
PROMPT: Medium
RATING: R (mainly for language)
WORD COUNT: ~800
SUMMARY: Sookie takes a field trip.
SPOILERS/WARNINGS: All of the new season of True Blood. If you haven’t seen Season 4, don’t read this.
I honestly have no idea why the hell I was there. Opening the door to the small shop, I took in the slightly cluttered atmosphere, a whole lot of weird smells, like incense and spices and I don’t know what else.
The woman had told me to go away, she couldn’t help me. But it’s not like I don’t know how to turn on the charm, give just the right signals to get what I want. Maybe it’s not the prettiest part of my personality, but that’s just how it is, so I got her to agree to a reading.
I knew she was a witch, that was why I had come. But she was also trying to pass herself off a medium, someone who could draw out people in the spiritual world so that they could, through her, connect with the living. My intention was to get some clue as to what had happened to Eric here and maybe figure out a way to reverse whatever spell had been cast to erase his memory.
The decision hadn’t been easy, going to this woman who might, for all I knew, have been a witch, and a powerful one at that. However, I never believed for a second that she really was a medium. The woman looked old and scatterbrained, bless her heart. It was fairly apparent that whatever she’d done to Eric, she wasn’t capable of doing it all by her lonesome. What the hell, though, I was there already so why not just give it a shot? See what happens? Lord knows after shifters and weres and fairies and vampires and last but not least the havoc that was wrought by Marianne, how could it hurt if I got a reading from this clearly fake medium.
That’s not why the decision was so difficult, though. Someplace inside me, though I knew it was awful and wrong and just really not even close to okay, there was this little voice reminding of how much more I liked this version of Eric. Well, all right, maybe not more, just…like, different, you know? All quiet and emotional and real, not posturing, not hiding things, completely open and honest about what his feelings were (not in the “SOOKIE STACKHOUSE YOU WILL BE MINE” kind of way), but they were real, and a tiny piece of me thought maybe this was what Eric should be. He was so beautiful and clearly capable of kindness and devotion, which I’d never seen so clearly before this whole stupid curse happened.
Not the right thing to do, selfish, dumb, quit it, I kept telling myself. But I went to see this so-called medium, this woman who claimed to be able to connect the dead with the living. It didn’t take more than a few minutes before my whole brain did this flipping around kind of thing and I felt the presence, a calm, peaceful feeling.
I heard it. Gran’s voice. She was warning me about Eric, which made a lot of sense, especially if his…condition was temporary. But her voice came from somewhere, and where else could it have come from if not the so-called medium? I knew I had some kind of psychic thing what with the mind reading and all, but I’d called out for my Gran so many times and never gotten a response. Until now.
Still sorting through the recognition of my gran’s voice and her advice about Eric, I was able to pay attention enough to hear her other warning. Get out. Run. Go. Now.
When she’d still been here with us in a physical way, I’d always listen to Gran, on account of she was the wisest person I’d ever known. And if she (or her spirit or ghost or whatever the hell) told me to run, hell if I wasn’t going to take off into a full-on sprint outta that place and away from that creepy lady.
Yeah, I’d always done what Gran had said, she was always right. I had a suspicious feeling, though, that even though I’d take her advice to Run Go Get Out Of Here Right This Minute, there was a pretty good chance that I would not be able to resist my heart falling into this new Eric who was so sweet and who made my toes curl when he kissed me.
Despite what I’d heard about him in my Gran’s voice, I went back to Eric. He needed me. That’s the reason why I went back to him. Not because I needed him. Obviously.