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he takes great solace in the fact that he could provide a safe quiet space for her mind to rest , the added mental exhaustion of being able to hear everyone's thoughts all the time .. all at once - while still having to maintain life actively must be anguish. although he didn't have the same experience as sookie - he's no stranger to anguish. he gives a simple nod , staring into her brilliant eyes with a soft compassion emulated within. ❛ i must say that i am both empathetic to your plight while also reserving a bit selfishness that i can provide somewhat of quiet and safe space for your own thoughts. ❜ his voice is smooth , perhaps softer within his admission. he could sense there was apprehension that almost makes it difficult to divulge herself to him , something he hopes to mend in the near future.

her request lingers in on the forthright of his cognize , nearly two hundred years of walking this earth collected in his brain like small movies that sometimes he fondly plays in repeat. perhaps that might the only reason he'd wish for her to hear his thoughts , so he could actively play the little home movies he's encapsulated in his mind for decades now. a small smirk rests over his features , thinking back fondly.

❛ mm , i hail from a small town in louisiana called bon temps , for the most part a quiet town , born in 1835. i had a good life , married and had two beautiful children. sarah and thomas compton. ❜ he took a stagnant moment to read her expression , get an idea of her reaction. it was a peculiar thing to bring up on a first date , he'll admit that much , but he wanted to be open about his past. frankly , he wonders how deep into his lore she truly wished to go. ❛ they obviously have past at this point , but they were good kids , medicine was not what it is today. many died of various illnesses and diseases. my son , he died of the pox and my little girl died of cancer in 1910. ❜ he was since past the point of grieving , but still there's a pang he felt from the emptiness left behind with his family.

❛ what about you , sookie ? i'd very much like to get to know you as a person and understand how you have become who your are today. ❜

the blonde wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting, but the warmth in his voice and the way his presence seemed to envelop her caught her off guard. she was used to men looking at her with interest, sure, but this was different. bill wasn’t just looking at her—he was looking into her, like he was trying to see past the walls she’d carefully built over the years. it was unsettling, but not in the way she’d expected. when his hand settled gently at the small of her back, she tensed at first, instinct telling her to pull away. but then his words came, soft and deliberate, each one carrying a weight that made her chest tighten. she wanted to tell herself it was the cold air, or the way the firelight danced against his face, but she knew better. something about him made her feel like she was teetering on the edge of something she couldn’t name—danger, curiosity, maybe even comfort.

his question about her telepathy hit her like a stone skipping across water, breaking the fragile calm she’d been trying to hold onto. she hesitated, glancing toward the bonfire where the festival crowd had gathered. she could feel the edges of their thoughts, like faint whispers carried on the wind. she’d gotten better at tuning them out over the years, but the sheer number of people here made it harder to keep her guard up. “sometimes,” she admitted quietly, her voice softer than she intended. “it doesn’t hurt, exactly, but it’s… exhausting. like standing in the middle of a room where everyone’s talking at once and trying to pick out a single voice.” she paused, her gaze flickering back to him, wondering how much to say. “but i’ve learned how to block most of it out. otherwise, i’d never have made it this far.” his question felt genuine, not like idle curiosity or pity, and that made it harder for her to brush it off.

"with you i hear nothing. it's... quiet. it's nice. i don't have to guess what you're saying or try to find out if you're telling me the truth. i can just... trust you." there was something disarming about the way he looked at her, like he wasn’t just hearing her words but understanding what they meant. when he tilted her chin to meet his gaze, her breath caught in her throat. she didn’t flinch, though she probably should have. it wasn’t just the gesture that threw her off—it was the way he made the world seem smaller, quieter, like everything else had faded into the background.

his words lingered in the air between them, heavy with meaning. she felt the pull of them, of him, and it scared her. but it also made her feel seen in a way she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt before. “maybe you're right,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper, “but you’re still a mystery to me, bill compton.” she held his gaze for a moment longer before letting herself look away, her cheeks warming under the flicker of the firelight. she wasn’t sure if it was his presence, the heat of the flames, or the way her heart raced whenever he got too close. all she knew was that, for the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel entirely alone. and that, more than anything, scared her the most. "tell me more about you... i know you've probably told your story dozens of times to different people but... i want to get to know you. truly know you."

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the cacophony provided by the festival bloomed a wonderous feeling within the helm of his chest , it reminded him so much of the olden days when people were active in the streets bidding soft echoes of good fortune to neighbors and friends alike. community was harder to come by now , especially with the invention of things like cell phones and the internet. at that time nothing about his kind was revealed to the general public , everything felt a much safer.

but , that was no matter , community was not the reason for his presence at the festival on this night. it was the pulchritudinous blonde settled just outside the festival gates , one who has seemingly captivated him since the first moment they spoke at merlotte's. there was something different about her - something new and extraordinary. and it wasn't just for the heavenly scent that resonates a thunderous shift within his cold dead heart , a scent that made it feel almost impossible to not risk sinking his fangs deep within the side of her neck - but her effervescent poise. she has illuminated that part of him decided to mainstream to begin with.

as soon as they meet in close proximity , a hand reaches back , firmly planting his palm against the small of her back , gently guiding to keep her close. ❛ good evening miss stackhouse. i appreciate you meeting me this evening. one i hope i can make memorable for you. ❜ he takes slow steps , following the pattern of her footwork to remain tethered within their shared pathing. ❛ being as it were , i would not miss the opportunity to spend some one on one quality time with you , ❜ his voice edged with a genuine warmth , gaze searching within her own , ❛ it's a good thing for us to come out of the shadows - make ourselves known to the public. show we can do and act just as everyone else. ❜

as they find themselves nearing closer to the fire , brows pull together - peaking over with a slight shift of curiousness that bled in his features. ❛ i'm sorry if i seem invasive - but do you hear everyone's thoughts around us ? ❜ his gaze loosens a bit , a softness held. ❛ does it hurt to hear so many thoughts all at once ? ❜

in the back of his mind he knew there were stares , lingering whispers , a dissonance bill was far too familiar with. even with the additive tension , it was like there was nobody else there - the world becoming a distant oblivion ; the only existence was their own. why would he focus on anything else other than sookie ? the beam of the flame gives a subtle heat that he'll relish in for a moment before turning to face her - bringing a hand up and tipping her chin , looking longingly into her eyes. ❛ why would i miss something i'm doing now , with you ? ❜

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sookie adjusted the hem of her coat as she stood near the entrance to winterfest, the glow of fairy lights bouncing off the frost that clung to the edges of the booths. she wasn’t sure why she felt so nervous—it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen other vampires after meeting him... hell, she had gone to a vampire bar with rikki, but there was something about bill that set him apart. he didn’t look at her like she was some strange curiosity or a puzzle to be solved. or at least, he hadn’t yet. her breath clouded in the cold air as she scanned the bustling square. families darted between booths selling handmade scarves and jars of local honey, their voices blending with the soft hum of christmas music. it was a picture-perfect scene, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t quite belong here. the last time she’d gone on anything resembling a date, it had ended with her hearing more about a guy’s insecurities than she ever wanted to know.

when she finally spotted bill, her stomach did an odd little flip. his movements were smooth, unhurried, and he blended into the crowd in a way that didn’t quite match how different he was. she wondered if that came naturally to vampires or if it was something they practiced. “hi,” she said, her voice a little too bright as he approached. she felt silly for how awkward she probably sounded, but it was hard not to be a little on edge. she shoved her hands into her coat pockets to keep from fidgeting. “you’re brave, coming out to something this… public.” the words left her mouth before she could think better of them. it wasn’t exactly polite, but she was curious. she couldn’t help it. mystic falls wasn’t like washington or los angeles, but she still doubted there was much love for vampires here. as they started walking through the event, sookie felt herself relax—just a little. the scent of spiked hot cocoa wafted through the air, and her stomach growled faintly at the thought of a warm drink.

“do you ever miss… you know, regular human things like this?” she asked, the question felt personal, maybe too personal, but she was genuinely curious. it was hard to imagine not being able to enjoy the simple things—hot cocoa, ice skating, the way the cold air bit at your nose. they eventually made their way toward the bonfire, the warm glow flickering against the frozen falls in the distance. sookie hugged her coat tighter around her as they stood near the edge of the gathering crowd. “i guess what i’m trying to say is, i’m glad you’re here and i'm glad you invited me.” her words were quiet, almost lost in the crackle of the fire, but she meant them. even with the nerves and questions swirling in her head, it felt good not to be standing here alone.

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— how does your muse feel about vampires "coming out of the coffin" ? additionally how has it affected your muse ?

with utmost honesty and all due respect , bill hates this development. the push for public notoriety posed an insane risk for him and all other vampires. humans are some of the most unforgiving creatures to live and the fear they harbor makes his existence a struggle. of course he can defend himself , but he doesn't want to have to. he just wants a normal life , and that ideal was much easier to procure when his kind wasn't exposed for who they are.

— what was your muse up to prior to the news ?

trying to find home. which was initially why he came to mystic falls , his origins still remain in bon tempts which he tried to settle in his little home town but something was missing. a little too simple for his tastes. it lacked the feeling of home , with a handful of skeletons lingering in his closet it settled as more of a reminder of the pain he's suffered.

— what goals / aspirations does your muse currently hold ?

bill's goal with mainstreaming is just to live a simple life , a little while in the 1938 - when he left lorena - he'd visited mystic falls on business and something about the scenery and the people seemed to captivate him. this is where he plans to make his home and live a ( hopefully ) peaceful & comfortable life.

— what important canonic alterations have you made for your muse ?

the biggest change as of right now is that bill is a bit of a ripper. this makes him extremely cautious of his relations with humans and witches alike. dear lord , and we will see what happens with fae.

— what are some plotlines you would like to see for your muse ? what connections are on your wishlist for them ?

literally give this man all the drama and angst. thrust him into it. it's none of his business ? make it his business.

i really want him to have a connection with a witch that he is extremely gracious too and holds a good relationship with. perhaps they help him with a daylight ring so he can feel the sun on his skin after years of being ensnared by the darkness of night time. this relationship would be probably pretty wholesome.

vampires that knew bill when he was a reckless orgie having , human killing machine. holding his history over his head and sorta just coming around to annoy the hell out of bill.

someone to suck into the avl drama tbh. mayhaps he's tasked with keeping an eye over mystic falls.

— do you have a playlist you associate with your muse -- please share if you do.

red right hand - nick cave & the bad seeds , blinding faith - knocked loose , bite the hand - boygenius , causality - linkin park , im your man - mitski , black hole - architects , it will come back - hozier , just another day - oingo boingo.

— what is one of your favorite qualities of your muse ? on the other side of things , is there anything about your muse that irks you ?

bill seems simple but he's not. he struggles with his true nature and controlling his urges to the point where it hurts. he hates true blood , he hates animal blood , he wants his meals from the vein. but he forces himself take what he needs. he craves normalcy so much that he aches because of it. he's passionate and compassionate and cares so deeply. but he's not afraid to use force where needed. bill likes to think of himself as a pacifist. his overall good nature is admirable especially with his struggles - on the other hand that can be mind numbing.

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