(no subject)
Winter in Bon Temps was never like this.
Maybe it snowed once or twice, but this was a fucking winter wonderland, like in the songs, and it made him wish like hell Sookie was there. She'd really like it, Jason thought, and he was pretty sure it was darker longer in the winter, even if he didn't measure it here, and then she could do disgusting happy shit with ol' Vampire Bill.
He would never admit to any daydreams involving holiday activities and hot chocolate where his sister was happily married and he had a little niece or nephew, and maybe he even sat and watched football with her vampire husband. Denial was only one of many skills taught to the children of Bon Temps.
And maybe it was that return to a childlike state, a sense of... wonderment, that overtook Jason Stackhouse as he stood in front of the ferris wheel. Everything looked beautiful and snowy, and even in the dusk, the lights were twinkling and there were animals scampering about. With his hands in his jacket pockets, he let the idea form and take shape in his head, and once it was fully formed, there wasn't much else but to do it. Impulse control issues, the counselor at his elementary school had said.
He just wanted to see if the stories were true.
Looking each way, Jason leaned into the close by support beam for the ferris wheel. No one was watching. No one would have to know. He opened his mouth slow, sticking his tongue out--
--and licked.
"Mmph."
Jason tried to pull away.
"MMMPH!"
It wasn't working.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHH! MMMMPH!"
Well, goddammit. This sucked. He needed that tongue for eating and sex. Somebody would be by, right?
"Shith," he muttered.
Maybe it snowed once or twice, but this was a fucking winter wonderland, like in the songs, and it made him wish like hell Sookie was there. She'd really like it, Jason thought, and he was pretty sure it was darker longer in the winter, even if he didn't measure it here, and then she could do disgusting happy shit with ol' Vampire Bill.
He would never admit to any daydreams involving holiday activities and hot chocolate where his sister was happily married and he had a little niece or nephew, and maybe he even sat and watched football with her vampire husband. Denial was only one of many skills taught to the children of Bon Temps.
And maybe it was that return to a childlike state, a sense of... wonderment, that overtook Jason Stackhouse as he stood in front of the ferris wheel. Everything looked beautiful and snowy, and even in the dusk, the lights were twinkling and there were animals scampering about. With his hands in his jacket pockets, he let the idea form and take shape in his head, and once it was fully formed, there wasn't much else but to do it. Impulse control issues, the counselor at his elementary school had said.
He just wanted to see if the stories were true.
Looking each way, Jason leaned into the close by support beam for the ferris wheel. No one was watching. No one would have to know. He opened his mouth slow, sticking his tongue out--
--and licked.
"Mmph."
Jason tried to pull away.
"MMMPH!"
It wasn't working.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHH! MMMMPH!"
Well, goddammit. This sucked. He needed that tongue for eating and sex. Somebody would be by, right?
"Shith," he muttered.