Prologue to a possible new fic I have bouncing around my head. Been a while since I posted, and this will be in a sequel to my other fics. Let me know if you think you'd like to read more!
Disclaimer: Nothing has changed in the last year, I still do not own the rights to these characters and do not intend to profit from their use.
Luna and Sookie had taken the drive up to Shreveport to go shopping. Bon Temps only boasted two shops for your wedding regalia. One held pieces best left for those planning a ceremony set after the War of Northern Aggression. Many Daughters of the Revolution had picked up their tulle and parasols at "Southern Belle Bridal", but the two girls had skipped it altogether. Tara's Togs had a magazine that brides could thumb through to pick their fashion, complete with swatches of potential fabrics. However, the duo had decided on the bigger city because it had, at least, three stores were a modern bride and her party could try something on.
So Sookie stood on the little pedestal with three full length mirrors reflecting her image from all angles. Luna circled her, looking every bit the cheetah she turned into on full moons. While Sookie would have been very happy with almost anything she had tried on this far, with the exception of some of the more billowy options, Luna was a tough act to please.
"Well?" The telepath couldn't decipher the up and downs in her friend's head. Well, she could have dug a little, but considering the number of dresses she had tried on so far, she didn't think she could take the bluntness of that particular mind much more.
"I think it is kind of… perfect!" The attendant and Sookie exchanged a relieved smile. "It will need to be tailored, of course, but I think you will look amazing!"
"Not too amazing!" The blonde reassured her dark friend. "Can't outshine the bride!"
"Don't you worry about that. I'd sooner throw you down the stairs than be shown up at my own wedding." The attendant did not find this as amusing as her two customers, though she tried her best to laugh along.
They had tried on (well, Sookie had tried on) what felt like every make and model in the store. This particular dress was in an icy blue chiffon fabric. It was floor length in honor of the still chilly season with cap sleeves and a sort of Grecian draping around the bust. For obvious reasons, there would be no fur shawls to keep the telepath warm, but the wedding was going to be indoors anyway. Even in Louisiana, an outdoor wedding in February was a no go.
"You know, Sam's brother, Craig, is quite a looker as well." Craig was coming in to play Best Man.
"He's also a regular guy." Sookie had been about to remind Luna that she still had Eric, but that was a touchy subject these days. Instead, she just tapped her head to remind Luna of the issues normal men carried for her. "Plus, hasn't he been dating that one girl for a while now?"
"Yeah, but it's worth a shot." It didn't help that her roommate was pleased as Punch over Sookie and Eric's current distance.
The solitary bridesmaid did another spin rather than focus on her friend's words. Plenty of time had been spent on being melancholy. One of the downsides to being bonded to a vampire who was pining after his father. Godric had left for a tour de Europe only a few weeks ago. Luna's coming back to stay with Sookie could not have come at a better time, even if it was incredibly temporary. Even the side comments were an upgrade from brooding at home alone every night.
"Don't think just because you'll be a married woman in a month's time that gives you some sort of matchmaker title." The saleswoman had gone to look up inventory to give the two women a moment.
Least with the vamp, you won't ever have to worry about planning a shotgun wedding. Maybe it was the frequent proximity or maybe Sookie was just getting better at the whole telepathy thing, but it was becoming easier and easier to read her friend.
Sookie's smile faltered at Luna's errant thought, but it was her fault for not keeping her shields up better. "I'm going to take this off before she finds a miniature version of your tiara for me to try on."
"Alright, I am going to look at clutches!"
Retreating to the changing rooms, Sookie slumped against the back wall. At least, it wasn't night time. No need to worry that Eric might be feeling her depression. It was taxing enough to worry about managing your feelings for your own state of mind. Add in bringing someone else down with you, and it's a downright nuisance. Even though they hadn't spoken once since Godric left, it was hard to feel all that separated when you could feel the other person, like an extra set of emotions playing in the background.
Sure, the witches were dead, and Godric kind-of-sort-of had his memory back, but it didn't seem like life was getting simpler any time soon.
So, things are a little on the rocks with dear E/S, but that should make it so much more fun! I have everything planned out in my head, so unless I get some response from the community about the return of my re-write, it will probably just stay there.
No pressure!