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.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!