1.2 What is the one moment that most changed your muse?
How can there be just one? My whole life has been a series of changes.
[Locked to Joseph and Anne]
I don't know, I guess the easy one would be to say that it was when Joe and I finally decided to stop mouth-frakking and just… you know. Do the other sort of frakking? Only I wouldn't call it that since it wasn't. It was nice, even if it was in a rack and pretty crowded.
It was my first time. With the guy that, well, I love.
[/Locked]
Being born. How's that for an answer? I'm this weird freak on the ship here with this prophecy weighing down on me and I don't even know what it means. I don't think I want to know what it means. Mom and Dad are always pretty hard on me to do well at ROTC, but they have a pretty big legacy to fill. Not as big as Anne or Joseph, I guess, but it's still pretty big.
It's just hard to be so different, and to have the rest of the kids on this ship looking at me differently.
Being born isn't a good answer, though. How about being kidnapped? I lived a whole other life on New Caprica that I barely remember, but I have to still see a psychologist about it. I guess I had a different name and a different mom, and then Mom says the Cylons had me. Why couldn't everyone just leave me alone?
See, I can't pick just one. Maybe someday, I will. Maybe when we finally get to Earth? That'll be my moment.
Muse: Hera Agathon
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 269
[Locked to Joseph and Anne]
I don't know, I guess the easy one would be to say that it was when Joe and I finally decided to stop mouth-frakking and just… you know. Do the other sort of frakking? Only I wouldn't call it that since it wasn't. It was nice, even if it was in a rack and pretty crowded.
It was my first time. With the guy that, well, I love.
[/Locked]
Being born. How's that for an answer? I'm this weird freak on the ship here with this prophecy weighing down on me and I don't even know what it means. I don't think I want to know what it means. Mom and Dad are always pretty hard on me to do well at ROTC, but they have a pretty big legacy to fill. Not as big as Anne or Joseph, I guess, but it's still pretty big.
It's just hard to be so different, and to have the rest of the kids on this ship looking at me differently.
Being born isn't a good answer, though. How about being kidnapped? I lived a whole other life on New Caprica that I barely remember, but I have to still see a psychologist about it. I guess I had a different name and a different mom, and then Mom says the Cylons had me. Why couldn't everyone just leave me alone?
See, I can't pick just one. Maybe someday, I will. Maybe when we finally get to Earth? That'll be my moment.
Muse: Hera Agathon
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Word Count: 269