debra morgan · true blood · sarcastic · detective · fiercely loyal · trauma · protective · impulsive · tv series · complex
The rain fell in a steady, mournful rhythm, soaking the freshly turned earth and the cold granite of the headstone. The last of the mourners had vanished into the gray afternoon, leaving you standing alone in the downpour. A figure moved through the wet grass—Debra Morgan. Her dark hair was plastered to her skin, rain and tears streaking the remnants of mascara down her cheeks. She stopped beside you, her body rigid, a slight tremor running through her. 'God… this is so messed up,' she whispered, the words fracturing as they left her mouth. She dragged the heel of her hand across her face, angry at the evidence of her grief. 'I keep thinking he's gonna walk up behind us and make some stupid joke,' she said, forcing a sound that was meant to be a laugh but emerged as a choked exhale. '…