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onceavikingBill’s mansion is buzzing with activity. Vampires moving with grim determination, humans in black combat gear gathering in the hallways.
He’s been to told that he’s got guests. That it’s Sookie. And Eric.
So he breaks away from the preparations for the evening’s meet-up with the head witch in the cemetery and makes his way down to his office.
They’re there.
Both of them.
Seated side by side on his couch.
He will never get used to that. Seeing them like that.
Sookie with a hand close to Eric’s thigh. Eric in flannel. And with brown, sensible shoes.
“Sorry to keep you waitin', and uh, I don't have much time, so what can I do for you?”
See, he can do this.
“We're here to fight with you.”
Eric is grave. Determined.
And Sookie nods with equal seriosity.
Bill? He is - surprised.
“Fight with me?”
“Against the witches.”
Bill looks at her, shaking his head.
“Sookie, this is not your battle.” He can’t let her do this. It’s madness.
“ It's yours, and it's Eric's, so it's mine.”
She’s made up her mind.
Eric interrupts, “She has a warrior's heart, Your Majesty. She wants to fight for you, as do I.”
He understands that Bill wants to protect her. But it is not his decision to make.
“ I want peace.”
He does. He really does.
It’s better than the alternative.
“ But you're prepared for war.”
It’s not that hard to tell. Given the activity level in the mansion,
“ Of course. But I'm not convinced we will win.”
He is not going to say that anywhere else. But he can say it in here.
“ Well, war isn't about whether you think you can win, it's about being willing to die for something you believe is worth dying for.”
Eric is back to being intensely determined.
And Bill decides he is done having it.
“Perhaps I'm a little less inclined to gamble with Sookie's life than you are.”
“That is not our decision.”
Eric. The feminist.
Of sorts.
-ish.
Sookie clears her throat.
“Thank you, Eric. And now maybe you can both look at me and allow me to speak for myself.”
Honestly.
“I can help. I have powers. Now, granted, I may not be in perfect control of those powers, but they've saved me and others from some pretty dire circumstances.”
They have!
“Sookie, you could die.”
“Well, call me crazy, but I'm willing to die if it means keeping an entire group of people I know and love from being eradicated in the name of hate.”
He could never dissuade her.
He nods. “ Thank you.”
Eric bows his head, managing to seem like he is kneeling without moving from the couch.
“My liege.”
Sookie glances at him, feeling the weight of the moment. The gravitas.
“My…”
She is not a vampire. He is not her king,
“- Bill.”
He’s been to told that he’s got guests. That it’s Sookie. And Eric.
So he breaks away from the preparations for the evening’s meet-up with the head witch in the cemetery and makes his way down to his office.
They’re there.
Both of them.
Seated side by side on his couch.
He will never get used to that. Seeing them like that.
Sookie with a hand close to Eric’s thigh. Eric in flannel. And with brown, sensible shoes.
“Sorry to keep you waitin', and uh, I don't have much time, so what can I do for you?”
See, he can do this.
“We're here to fight with you.”
Eric is grave. Determined.
And Sookie nods with equal seriosity.
Bill? He is - surprised.
“Fight with me?”
“Against the witches.”
Bill looks at her, shaking his head.
“Sookie, this is not your battle.” He can’t let her do this. It’s madness.
“ It's yours, and it's Eric's, so it's mine.”
She’s made up her mind.
Eric interrupts, “She has a warrior's heart, Your Majesty. She wants to fight for you, as do I.”
He understands that Bill wants to protect her. But it is not his decision to make.
“ I want peace.”
He does. He really does.
It’s better than the alternative.
“ But you're prepared for war.”
It’s not that hard to tell. Given the activity level in the mansion,
“ Of course. But I'm not convinced we will win.”
He is not going to say that anywhere else. But he can say it in here.
“ Well, war isn't about whether you think you can win, it's about being willing to die for something you believe is worth dying for.”
Eric is back to being intensely determined.
And Bill decides he is done having it.
“Perhaps I'm a little less inclined to gamble with Sookie's life than you are.”
“That is not our decision.”
Eric. The feminist.
Of sorts.
-ish.
Sookie clears her throat.
“Thank you, Eric. And now maybe you can both look at me and allow me to speak for myself.”
Honestly.
“I can help. I have powers. Now, granted, I may not be in perfect control of those powers, but they've saved me and others from some pretty dire circumstances.”
They have!
“Sookie, you could die.”
“Well, call me crazy, but I'm willing to die if it means keeping an entire group of people I know and love from being eradicated in the name of hate.”
He could never dissuade her.
He nods. “ Thank you.”
Eric bows his head, managing to seem like he is kneeling without moving from the couch.
“My liege.”
Sookie glances at him, feeling the weight of the moment. The gravitas.
“My…”
She is not a vampire. He is not her king,
“- Bill.”
