comedownthisroad: (this is NOT happening)
Tay Barnam ([personal profile] comedownthisroad) wrote2008-05-11 10:58 pm
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[Locked to Bianca]

I can't tell him. My dad, I mean. Oh god. He called my cell phone today and I just let it go to voicemail. I mean, he'll probably think I'm sleeping. How could I sleep? I mean, I slept for a good ten hours after, but...

I got my wings. And I'm not an archangel. It's not FAIR. I've trained my whole life for it, it's what I'm meant to do! And... it just...

I don't want to be any stupid, weakass GUARDIAN. I mean. No offense, but... I just...

I CAN'T tell him. You don't know how fucking disappointed he'd be. I... I swear to god, I don't know if he'd talk to me if he found out. I don't know if ANY of them would.

What do I do?

[identity profile] asoultosave.livejournal.com 2008-05-12 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
None taken, sweetness. I've had a century to cope with that particular piece of agony. Hate to think you'll have to deal with it too though.

Anyway... I'm not going to promise you they won't be pissed, because, speaking from experience? They will be, but not at you. If they've got a brain in their heads, they'll know that the calling chooses you, you don't choose the calling. There'll be a lot of silence, a lot of cries of 'why God why?' even if there isn't a God to speak of, and it'll hurt like hell for a little while, but they'll get over it. They always do. My family's the living proof of this- I haven't been home in a hundred years and they're still trying to get me back to Sicily. I stayed away because it was my choice, not theirs.

So to answer your question, you just wait it out. Don't let the fact that the universe fucked you over when it should have just left you alone get you down. Just try to be the strongest, most badass guardian angel you can be. That's the only thing you can do.

[identity profile] asoultosave.livejournal.com 2008-05-12 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Oh hell yeah, there's your silver lining right there. I had to spread my wings for the first time and announce to every angel in Sicily that the first daughter of eight children was a guardian. Talk about humiliating. Well, no one ever said that being a teenager wasn't awkward.