#dobadthingsrp

[miss-sookie-stackhouse-blog]

OOC: This account is for dobadthingsrp

OOC: Originally, I was the sookiesukehnow, but this is the rp for the group only rpg of True Blood.

[all-broken-up]

been too long. (for tara-babyvamp)

Franklin had waited. He had listened. He had endured the reservations and warnings of those along the way.

And now, he was finally going to see her.

She was alive. Tara was alive, and she was so, so close. Closer by the minute, as he drove toward Fangtasia, carefully groomed and dressed in a new button-down and jeans. Nothing too fancy, nothing flashy. He didn’t need to play at showing off in that way. He’d also brought flowers: a self-selected collection of daisies, lilies, lavender, a couple of roses, something that might have been foxglove. He thought they were lovely (not noticing that they were a little bit dead and a little bit ragged). She liked flowers, he remembered.

His senses were sharp, almost jittery. There was an insuppressible thrill of excitement, certainly, but he also found him wracked with nerves, even a bit of foreboding. Franklin still didn't know what to make of the fact that Tara had been turned. The biggest step of her life, taken in his absence and without his blood, changing as she wouldn't before or couldn't before. A part of him still wouldn't believe that she was a vampire, not until he saw her. Everyone could be lying. They could all weaving some enormous joke; people seemed to find the entire matter pretty fucking hilarious. It didn't seem right, her changing like that (she was she is mine, my angry broken could call her an angel beautiful and furious). Felt a little like a betrayal, but maybe she couldn’t help it. Hadn’t he heard it’d been necessary?

But she was still Tara, whatever had happened. He might need to change his plan slightly, but he that was all right. They could make it work. Vampires weren't required to remain with their makers forever. Franklin had scarcely seen his, after all. And once Tara’s maker saw how much Tara wanted to be with Franklin, she would be free. Just like that, they would be together forever.

Just think.

He was dreaming on possibilities when he was suddenly shaken back into reality: he had reached the journey’s end. Franklin parked the car and sat for a moment, gathering himself. So close. So close, so soon--He thought he couldn't breathe quite right. Thought he might just forget how to breathe as soon as he saw her smelled her. Could he sense her now? Hard to tell, too much noise too much crowding too many humans and vampires too many signals current and faded. Her sense was there, though.

What if he didn't say the right thing? What if he hadn't dressed properly? Should he have shaved (it hadn’t helped last time, but there was never any telling)? What if--he cringed, frowned at this--what if she wasn't interested? Maybe she'd found someone else, someone better for her. Not that Franklin truly believed in this possibility, but this was a time of vulnerability, and maybe she had made herself believe that someone else was better. He couldn't tell. He'd been gone for a long time.

No use hashing over these terrible possibilities. Not when they upset him, not when Tara truly Tara waited so close at hand.

He pulled himself out of the car, and any hesitation was broken. He was here. Felt the pavement saw people felt their blood their excitement and most of all understood his proximity to Fangtasia and what it meant. All he had to do was walk up to the door, gain entry, and there she would be.

Just. Like. That.

Smiling in a sort of uncertain thrill, Franklin walked toward Fangtasia, flowers in hand.

[all-broken-up]

bohannon-wolf started following you

I think I may have seen you around, though I don't believe we've met. What is it you're called?

[all-broken-up]

eloquent-disaster started following you

The surprises never end. How nice to see you again, your was-Majesty.

[sookiesukehnow]

Just checkin' up on you. Haven't heard from you in awhile. Got me a little worried.

You could have done the same, Alcide. After having to get your memories back, you took off and never sent word.

[all-broken-up]

werewolfalcide started following you

Alcide Herveaux? Wonderful. I don't believe we've been formally introduced.

[all-broken-up]

When Russell spoke of daywalking, the first impression to flash across Franklin's mind (even before the notion of impossibility even before doubt) had been of warmth and together and of an eternity that included her in her world as well as his own, that would bring all together so, so well.

Then had come the doubt. The sun was unreachable. The daylight was an impossibility. For as long as Franklin had known him, Russel had been drawn to the myth. And if anyone could find the way, it was Russell Edgington, resolute as he was.

It had been reassuring to see Russell again, to find that life was no so different from where he had left it, that really nothing changed so quickly as that. Unfamiliarity takes time. And Russell was, Franklin thought, the same as ever. (Talbot, as well, but who cared much for that?)

Still, some wishes were simply impossible. And while Franklin missed the freshness of the day and the freedom to move at all hours, he had long thought that he could live quite well without the sun. It was a fair trade, he'd decided, to grasp everlasting life and lose those that daylight warmth. Every condition demanded some sacrifice. And nightlife offered all a man might need. (except the sun on her skin, the light in her eyes falling into her dark eyes and the light amplifying both her vulnerability and her tenacity)

But Russell had insisted on the possibility.

Russell had insisted on its actuality, on his own experience of the light.

And Franklin had begun to believe that perhaps, perhaps it might be possible. And that he might walk once more beneath the sun.

Couple with that, and more important, still: He could walk in sunlight with Tara. Once he found her (and where was she where had she gotten to and had somebody taken her had somebody caused damage because if they had because if they had he would prove merciless and he would repay, he knew the ways of bloodshed and he knew the ways of ending, and he knew how to repay in kind). And he knew that this would help her.

Half of her fears must have been for the night, after all.She must have been afraid of transforming. What could she have known of vampires and the life that could be found beyond death? He had been over-hasty before. All right, that was true; he could admit that much. He had thrown too much at her, and had failed to consider her own concerns.

So, all right, he would give her time to see just what it meant to be a vampire.Thenshe would thrill to be turned. Of course, she would. Of course. And he didn't need to worry about being distanced from her, because if all went well (and it would it must because circumstances would work to bind them together, they must), he would be at her side throughout the day as well as during the night. And she would be there all, all of the time.

It was a beautiful thought.

And he had to, needed to find Tara.

Where, where, where are you?

[all-broken-up]

stubbornsophieanne: I plan on that..so called main streaming.

Pardon my saying, you sound a little tentative. You sure about that, or is someone holding a stake to your heart? Figurative or otherwise.