06-09-2010, 06:57 PM
Bastet covered her eyes when Isis shined the light. "I have to agree. Please, dim it a little. It's like looking at the sun." This was only because her eyes were able to see in the dark; they would adjust to light if given the chance, but a sudden bright light would hurt. Thoth just made another whimpering noise and stood up nervously; Bastet stayed on the floor with her face covered by her hands.
"Oh, dear. It ah, seems that we're not at home anymore." He'd placed the quill and blanket scrap into a pocket of his pants - his brain registered them as 'jeans' - and his hand was currently twisting the blanket around in his pocket. "And we're teenagers." He paused. ".. And a teenager is evidently a, quote-unquote, modern equivalent to what we consider the adolescent years...?" He cleared his throat.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?