Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-06-11 08:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !ageplot, bridget dunstan, sally ann perks |
WHO: Bee Dunstan & OPEN TILL FILLED Sally Ann Perks
WHAT: Random run-in as Bee tries to escape from things for a moment.
WHEN: Wednesday Afternoon
WHERE: A grassy hill outside of the village
RATING: Low/Med-low; definite language possible
STATUS: Ongoing
Bee, turning her eyes away from the blue sky, looked down at her notebook, at the one line written there, and sighed. He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson. It had been the quote on her daily inspiration calendar that she'd gotten when she was still the village's fortune teller, so it was a year old, technically, but the days seemed to match up anyway, so she kept it.
The quote, today, resonated with her. She woke up this morning to find that Megan Jones was no longer a teenager; that she came from a time where she not only knew her complete future with Mike, but she was living it. That wrenched at the scared, insecure part of Bee. That part of her that'd watched something with one man crash and burn before it could start. The part of her who had something great starting with another only to have him leave and come back months later as a kid with no memory of her. That part of her that she usually kept well suppressed, that waited for the other foot to fall, started yelling at her. It started telling her that Mike, who was an amazing human being, who did the right thing even if he claimed that he was selfish and awful, would do the right thing now. That Bee wasn't the right thing.
She had to get away from that voice. So she grabbed her guitar, her bag, and a quilt and left the house. Picking a spot on a hill that was in sun, but close enough to trees so she could escape the heat when she needed, Bee'd set up her station. She'd strummed a few lazy notes, scrawled the quote across the top of her page, and waited for inspiration to strike. When nothing came from staring at the sky or at her book, Bee started fingering the chords for one of the songs from the future that caught her. As she sang, she didn't realize that someone was approaching her.