Time is one of those things that is relative to the person standing in that moment. My time in the Academy felt like forever. My time out in the field, these past ten years has gone by in a flash. I’m never in the same place long, unless it’s down time and then I spend it at my mother’s old home – now mine, sorta.
Time drags when I’m not on a hunt. Margo has helped me realize it’s due to loneliness. I was never a lone in the Academy yet it dragged for me in hindsight. I was always waiting to be done with things. I wanted out of there so bad. Now, the only thing I wish for is to be back there – not in school but back in New York – where people I know are.
I’ve been part of the Boulder HQ for about 10 years and I’ve made no friends short of Michaela. And she’s not a great friend – an acquaintance I’ve had fun with. And sadly not someone I’ve slept with either – she thinks I’m gay. Her idea of someone bi is that they just can’t make up their minds. She could be right in my case but I doubt it. I enjoy sex I don’t care where it comes from.
It makes me wonder if I’m bored and time goes slow what does that mean for the longer living races. the Aeternus, or vampires. Even the were’s have longer than human lives