Monday, October 03, 2005

Self-control and the lack thereof

The tumult of her romantic life must have aged Fiona rapidly, because she became an elder soon after her marriage to her former son-in-law.


It was just in time for her to look more grandmotherly for little Harry, a much doted-on tyke despite his rather uninspiring 7/9/6/0/6 personality. Harry learned all the important life skills early and concentrated on improving his toddler charisma, which would benefit him later on in his life as a humorless windbag. Still, he had the cuteness of youth, and his family adored him.


Harry's mother Gabriella longed for some love in her life and even a new baby, but she was still on strained terms with Vincent since his accident and subsequent resurrection. Some part of her was keeping a flame burning for Vincent, as she harbored a secret desire to flirt with him and once again become his best friend. But since he'd moved on to her mother, it seemed a little too awkward to try and patch things up. And really, what could she give Vincent that Fiona couldn't? Sure, she'd saved him from death, but just the other night he had a scare from Grandma Eloise and would have turned into an urn again right there in the stairwell if not for some shrewd bargaining by Fiona, so even that advantage was lost. Gabriella had to wonder if she was a fool for even wanting to get back together with someone who had such a hard time staying alive.


Maybe it was the fact that she so wanted to fall in love again that made her flirt with Captain CJ. Or maybe he flirted with her first, there's no telling; he had secretly wanted to for days. Maybe it was the fact that the old man had become such a lonely, desperate horndog, an autonomous wanker who couldn't even keep it in his pants for ten freaking minutes while he should have been busy training his own distant descendant on the punching bag--who's to say. All Gabriella knew was that it thrilled her to be in love again, but at the same time, she realized it was a stupid move. I mean, only total hobags sleep with their ancestors, right? She found herself starting little arguments with CJ to try and snap herself out of it, but really, she feared losing her love for him. A lot. And Captain CJ was so fond of her that it looked like he would never feel otherwise. This definitely complicated Gabriella's plans to someday get back together with the father of her child. Crap, crap, crap.

1 Comments:

Blogger Anne said...

Maybe it was the fact that the old man had become such a lonely, desperate horndog, an autonomous wanker who couldn't even keep it in his pants for ten freaking minutes

*dies* Best.update.ever!

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