It's been ten years, but if you saw me then and saw me now, side-by-side, you wouldn't notice a thing.
How many women would kill just to be able to say that?
Call me ungrateful, but I'd kill not to be able to say that.
Ten years have passed since that foolish human chose a leech over our alpha, lovestruck fool that he was. Ten years since said lovestruck fool imprinted on that foolish human's baby.
Now, I have seen into his mind, seen into Quil's mind... and I know their feelings were never inappropriate, never really qualifying for the role of pedophile... but it was so, so wrong. So unbelieveably wrong.
Imprinting is wrong in general.
But to imprint on a child?
A child?
That's just sick.
But imprinting is just sick.
I tried, I tried, dammit, to not think about this... I meditated, I exercised like hell, I did this, I did that. Hell, I evened painted my walls and changed my furniture around, I did that whole feng shui fad. (I still haven't heard the end of it.)
Where was I?
Oh, right. Imprinting rant.
The other thing that gets me about imprinting is how it has impeccable timing. I mean, really. It always happens at the worst of times, right when you least expect–
"Hey, uh, why are you in a tree?" A deep voice called up to me, startling me.
Oh.
I guess I hadn't been paying attention.
Odd.
Craning my neck to look down from the comfy branch I'd been lounging on, I saw someone standing at the base of the tree. Had I not been looking into his green eyes, I might have noticed the fact he was only wearing jeans... no shirt, no shoes. He wasn't one of us, but he sure was dressed like one.
I didn't notice, though, not at that moment, anyway.
Gravity had shifted.
I fell out off of the tree and on to my ass.