Oh totally. Thirty minutes is totally enough time for a teenage girl to get over whatever needs to be getting over.
Except not. Not even thirty years. Thirty thousand years. Thirty million years. By the time the sun's energy runs out and gravity takes hold, crushing it down to a white giant it will be five to six billion years later. Still not enough. The eventual collision of the Milky Way and Andromeda galaxy will probably just be enough time for a teenage girl to start to get over whatever it is that is bothering her. Maybe. That's with therapy.
Thirty minutes is long enough to form a plan, or an idea, or a desperate attempt to stop whatever is happening to her father downstairs. This woman, whoever she is, is clearly a witch and it's up to Salome to break that spell. It's really not so hard to figure it out when you look at it in this light, and thoughts that have been dark behind her eyes and in the back of her brain come bubbling to the surface once again. All those things that she had pushed down deep because they were wrong and inappropriate.
Maybe this should be the chance to let them all go, to move on. Or this could be the chance to give in, to make what needs to be done easier.
And so she brushes her teeth, and she fixes her face, lets down her hair and tries to think of what other steps to take - except - she comes up empty. Seduction isn't something she is well versed in - yet. Sitting on the edge of the bed she hears his knock, "come in."
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Date: 2012-07-29 07:25 am (UTC)Except not. Not even thirty years. Thirty thousand years. Thirty million years. By the time the sun's energy runs out and gravity takes hold, crushing it down to a white giant it will be five to six billion years later. Still not enough. The eventual collision of the Milky Way and Andromeda galaxy will probably just be enough time for a teenage girl to start to get over whatever it is that is bothering her. Maybe. That's with therapy.
Thirty minutes is long enough to form a plan, or an idea, or a desperate attempt to stop whatever is happening to her father downstairs. This woman, whoever she is, is clearly a witch and it's up to Salome to break that spell. It's really not so hard to figure it out when you look at it in this light, and thoughts that have been dark behind her eyes and in the back of her brain come bubbling to the surface once again. All those things that she had pushed down deep because they were wrong and inappropriate.
Maybe this should be the chance to let them all go, to move on. Or this could be the chance to give in, to make what needs to be done easier.
And so she brushes her teeth, and she fixes her face, lets down her hair and tries to think of what other steps to take - except - she comes up empty. Seduction isn't something she is well versed in - yet. Sitting on the edge of the bed she hears his knock, "come in."