Fic: True Blood | Summer | PG
Title: Hand Made
Character/Relationships: Summer/(Hoyt)
Wordcount: ~ 170
Rating: PG
Warnings: Possible speculative spoilers for season 3
Disclaimer: True Blood and it's characters don't belong to me.
Notes: This was written for Round 1 - Challenge 1 of
trueblood_las. The prompt was to make our least favourite character likeable. It was a very interesting prompt to think about.
Summer was kneading the butter into the flour, along with ingredients less traditional to baking, with her hands. Love magic always needed the touch of bare skin to work. In such a small amount Hoyt wouldn't notice any strange taste, and a harmless happiness spell would be cast.
The thought that what she was doing was like MSG for the soul briefly crossed her mind. She shuddered and quickly brushed the thought away; after all, it wasn't like she was making a love potion. Love potions were beneath her and belonged in the dirt where vampires slept. She knew her worth, and she truly didn't need them. Anyway, there was nothing wrong with a little assertiveness. No woman has ever gotten what she wanted by being coy.
OK, so some of them did, but she wasn't going to be one of them. She'd always thought the direct approach was best. Let them know what you want, have your goals and priorities straight, and most importantly pursue them when the opportunity strikes.
Character/Relationships: Summer/(Hoyt)
Wordcount: ~ 170
Rating: PG
Warnings: Possible speculative spoilers for season 3
Disclaimer: True Blood and it's characters don't belong to me.
Notes: This was written for Round 1 - Challenge 1 of
trueblood_las. The prompt was to make our least favourite character likeable. It was a very interesting prompt to think about.Summer was kneading the butter into the flour, along with ingredients less traditional to baking, with her hands. Love magic always needed the touch of bare skin to work. In such a small amount Hoyt wouldn't notice any strange taste, and a harmless happiness spell would be cast.
The thought that what she was doing was like MSG for the soul briefly crossed her mind. She shuddered and quickly brushed the thought away; after all, it wasn't like she was making a love potion. Love potions were beneath her and belonged in the dirt where vampires slept. She knew her worth, and she truly didn't need them. Anyway, there was nothing wrong with a little assertiveness. No woman has ever gotten what she wanted by being coy.
OK, so some of them did, but she wasn't going to be one of them. She'd always thought the direct approach was best. Let them know what you want, have your goals and priorities straight, and most importantly pursue them when the opportunity strikes.