beyond here lies nothin', nothing but the moon and stars.
Closure was not a word that Sookie wanted to use for what she was going through.
She'd read somewhere that some cultures believed that it took a full forty days before the death of a loved one really sunk in, and her time on the island was beginning to make her wonder if it really was true. Back in Bon Temps, things moved so quickly that everything was pretty much a whirlwind, her eyes unable to focus on most anything between vampire kidnapping and serial killers. On the island, it was like the world had been forced into a sort of slow motion standstill, or perhaps more like it was all some kind of dream. Every time Sookie woke up surrounded by walls of cinderblock, she had to take a moment to remember everything that happened and where she even was, no familiar sheets to ground her, no schedule at Merlotte's to keep her running even when her heart wasn't in it. And that inevitably meant thinking of gran.
The idea to fool around in the kitchen had come after a long reflection and realization that this was the closest way to still feel connected to the woman who had been so central in her life. Sookie had snuck into the kitchen briefly after the busy hours of breakfast were over, quietly weaving in and out of the pantry and collecting all of the ingredients that she needed.
Maybe it was thanks to how closely everyone in the Stackhouse family had brushed with death that Sookie had spent so many afternoons with her gran, learning family recipes that had been passed down for generations. Cooking had rarely been a necessity for Sookie-- gran had been such an active woman for her years, often up and fixing breakfast long before Sookie even stirred in her blankets-- but on the days when both of them had time to spare, Sookie had enjoyed it. Her fingers worked with the dough for the pie crust, a long stripe of flour down her cheek going unnoticed for lack of a mirror. It was all so methodical that it became a comfort, laying out rows of pecans and pushing them around until they were perfectly aligned. Sookie wiped away slight perspiration with the back of her hand after finally sliding the pie in the oven and lowering herself to the ground, watching the pie bake through the small window.
It wasn't until she had finally pulled the pie out and cut out a slice that Sookie finally felt something catching in her throat. Gran was gone, she had to remind herself. This wasn't vacation, gran wouldn't be waiting at the dining room table whenever Sookie returned to Louisiana, and she couldn't keep on clinging to the desperate hope that she'd come to the island. She had hashed this all out with Jason not long ago, but even then, the truth hadn't been so starkly in her face as it was now. Her fork quivered in her hand, hovering over the surface of the pie before Sookie resolutely placed it on the plate instead, turning around to quickly wipe away at a few tears that had managed to spill over and down her cheeks.
The noise of someone entering the area was a welcome relief that Sookie immediately clung to, blinking rapidly and grabbing the plate of still warm pie, ready to thrust it into the hands of whoever was there.
"Hi there!" the blonde called out, smile plastered on her face before she could even recognize the newcomer. "Would you like a slice of pecan pie? It's baked from scratch."
[ A really great time to meet Sookie, as she needs company. Although I wrote out the full baking process in the EP, feel free to have your pup stop in at any point earlier on (collecting ingredients, laying out pecans, etc.). ST/LT completely welcome and all pups encouraged to stop by! (Yes, still open to new tags now. ♥) ]
She'd read somewhere that some cultures believed that it took a full forty days before the death of a loved one really sunk in, and her time on the island was beginning to make her wonder if it really was true. Back in Bon Temps, things moved so quickly that everything was pretty much a whirlwind, her eyes unable to focus on most anything between vampire kidnapping and serial killers. On the island, it was like the world had been forced into a sort of slow motion standstill, or perhaps more like it was all some kind of dream. Every time Sookie woke up surrounded by walls of cinderblock, she had to take a moment to remember everything that happened and where she even was, no familiar sheets to ground her, no schedule at Merlotte's to keep her running even when her heart wasn't in it. And that inevitably meant thinking of gran.
The idea to fool around in the kitchen had come after a long reflection and realization that this was the closest way to still feel connected to the woman who had been so central in her life. Sookie had snuck into the kitchen briefly after the busy hours of breakfast were over, quietly weaving in and out of the pantry and collecting all of the ingredients that she needed.
Maybe it was thanks to how closely everyone in the Stackhouse family had brushed with death that Sookie had spent so many afternoons with her gran, learning family recipes that had been passed down for generations. Cooking had rarely been a necessity for Sookie-- gran had been such an active woman for her years, often up and fixing breakfast long before Sookie even stirred in her blankets-- but on the days when both of them had time to spare, Sookie had enjoyed it. Her fingers worked with the dough for the pie crust, a long stripe of flour down her cheek going unnoticed for lack of a mirror. It was all so methodical that it became a comfort, laying out rows of pecans and pushing them around until they were perfectly aligned. Sookie wiped away slight perspiration with the back of her hand after finally sliding the pie in the oven and lowering herself to the ground, watching the pie bake through the small window.
It wasn't until she had finally pulled the pie out and cut out a slice that Sookie finally felt something catching in her throat. Gran was gone, she had to remind herself. This wasn't vacation, gran wouldn't be waiting at the dining room table whenever Sookie returned to Louisiana, and she couldn't keep on clinging to the desperate hope that she'd come to the island. She had hashed this all out with Jason not long ago, but even then, the truth hadn't been so starkly in her face as it was now. Her fork quivered in her hand, hovering over the surface of the pie before Sookie resolutely placed it on the plate instead, turning around to quickly wipe away at a few tears that had managed to spill over and down her cheeks.
The noise of someone entering the area was a welcome relief that Sookie immediately clung to, blinking rapidly and grabbing the plate of still warm pie, ready to thrust it into the hands of whoever was there.
"Hi there!" the blonde called out, smile plastered on her face before she could even recognize the newcomer. "Would you like a slice of pecan pie? It's baked from scratch."
[ A really great time to meet Sookie, as she needs company. Although I wrote out the full baking process in the EP, feel free to have your pup stop in at any point earlier on (collecting ingredients, laying out pecans, etc.). ST/LT completely welcome and all pups encouraged to stop by! (Yes, still open to new tags now. ♥) ]