From Chained to the Rhythm
She knew Ten didn't want to go. Or maybe the music wasn't her thing. But it was that or her books and that skin or whatever. And Jacinda was betting it was getting old. For growing up in a monastery all meditating and stuff, even quiet Ten betrayed irritation.
So maybe she had made her feel a bit guilty. Maybe a little teensy bit. But come on! That safe house was gettin stale. And she knew she wasn't the only one feelin the cabin fever kick in. I mean right? Ten was her partner. And they'd done a few hunts, it was true.
But Regus was gone. The order was gone. Yeah, a stab to the gut for her personally. Something she didn't think would happen. After years of the wild, there was something about the...structure that appealed. Of there being a mind and heart. Vision. Far deeper than she'd even expected.
She wasn't a moron. She knew what it was.
And fuck, it pissed her off, big time. She was fucking 45! 45!!!! Would she never grow up?!? He was gone. He'd been dead for 25 years!
Grow up, woman! Seriously!!! So no. She wasn't gonna whine and moan now. Fuck that.
So you know what? She and her friend were gonna go to a concert and fuck any Atharim mission! For tonight at least.
And Ten said 'ok' but her eyes had said "oy vey." (Ha ha! Regan was always quick with the joke. And the more racist the better he liked it. Yeah, yeah. She never got why either.)
The stadium was on the other side of the park. The Ass-candy- god she loved that name. Not sure who came up with it but it was brilliant. Whoever it was deserved an award, that's for sure. Brandon deserved every bit of mockery- had had his little shindig and now it was the diva's turn.
And Jacinda was 20 again.
Tonight would be memorable.
She knew Ten didn't want to go. Or maybe the music wasn't her thing. But it was that or her books and that skin or whatever. And Jacinda was betting it was getting old. For growing up in a monastery all meditating and stuff, even quiet Ten betrayed irritation.
So maybe she had made her feel a bit guilty. Maybe a little teensy bit. But come on! That safe house was gettin stale. And she knew she wasn't the only one feelin the cabin fever kick in. I mean right? Ten was her partner. And they'd done a few hunts, it was true.
But Regus was gone. The order was gone. Yeah, a stab to the gut for her personally. Something she didn't think would happen. After years of the wild, there was something about the...structure that appealed. Of there being a mind and heart. Vision. Far deeper than she'd even expected.
She wasn't a moron. She knew what it was.
And fuck, it pissed her off, big time. She was fucking 45! 45!!!! Would she never grow up?!? He was gone. He'd been dead for 25 years!
Grow up, woman! Seriously!!! So no. She wasn't gonna whine and moan now. Fuck that.
So you know what? She and her friend were gonna go to a concert and fuck any Atharim mission! For tonight at least.
And Ten said 'ok' but her eyes had said "oy vey." (Ha ha! Regan was always quick with the joke. And the more racist the better he liked it. Yeah, yeah. She never got why either.)
The stadium was on the other side of the park. The Ass-candy- god she loved that name. Not sure who came up with it but it was brilliant. Whoever it was deserved an award, that's for sure. Brandon deserved every bit of mockery- had had his little shindig and now it was the diva's turn.
And Jacinda was 20 again.
Tonight would be memorable.