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tamingthemuseTitle: Prince Charming
Fandom: Original
Prompt 413 Prince Charming
Words: 534
Rating: PG
Summary: More often than not, Shana got the "Prince Charming Speech" when she went visiting her mom.
Shana repressed the urge to roll her eyes, replying instead evenly:
"I'm not looking for Prince Charming, Mom. I've got other things to do."
It wasn't the first time her mom gave her the "Prince Charming Speech", and it was getting old from Shana's point of view. She couldn't really blame her mom for wanting for her what she had been raised to consider the main goal of a woman's life, but she wondered often when the older woman would realise that the scope of possibilities was broader now than before, and that her daughter simply didn't want a traditionnal family life.
"Well, I suppose it isn't easy to find a man when you run a company", her mother commented, her dry tone conveying how little she found her daughter's job "womanly".
"I suppose not", was all Shana allowed herself to say on the subject. Her mother already found she spent too much time working, and it would only make her talk on and on about how Shana would be very unhappy when she wouldn't have children by the time she was fourty. Her mother couldn't imagine how a woman could possibly not put the idea of having children before everything else. Shana wasn't against it per se, she just hadn't made it a priority in her life. Maybe she would have some, maybe not; in either case it would be the result of her choices, not of what everybody else expected from her.
"How's Dad?", Shana asked after a few seconds of silence, feeling a change of subject would do both of them good.
"Same as always", her mother replied with a sigh. "He is always complaining about his hip, but it didn't prevent him from going fishing with Bud yesterday."
Shana hid her smile behind her coffee mug. That was her father all right, always on the verge of dying, but still well enough to go and have fun with his friends. His hip would be painful again tonight, when he would have to take the trash outside.
"Still talking about bying a convertible?", she added, knowing the topic would crush every attempt of her mother to go back to her love life.
"He went to garage monday to have a look at some old one the owner had put back together. He showed me the pictures – be warned, he'll try to show them to you too tonight, it's one of these red things you see in movies, the kind the youth drives too fast. It's ridiculous. I don't know what he wants to prove with it. If he thinks it's going to make him look like he is twenty again, he is delusional."
And on and on she went, talking about how her very own Prince Charming was having a middle-life crisis embodied in a dream of red convertibles. Shana made the appropriate responses, enough to fuel her mother's speech, but not enough to turn the conversation about herself again. It wasn't that she was against the idea of finding someone. When she saw her parents, she knew it could be something fabulous. She just didn't think it would work if she had to sacrifice her own dream to it.
Fandom: Original
Prompt 413 Prince Charming
Words: 534
Rating: PG
Summary: More often than not, Shana got the "Prince Charming Speech" when she went visiting her mom.
Shana repressed the urge to roll her eyes, replying instead evenly:
"I'm not looking for Prince Charming, Mom. I've got other things to do."
It wasn't the first time her mom gave her the "Prince Charming Speech", and it was getting old from Shana's point of view. She couldn't really blame her mom for wanting for her what she had been raised to consider the main goal of a woman's life, but she wondered often when the older woman would realise that the scope of possibilities was broader now than before, and that her daughter simply didn't want a traditionnal family life.
"Well, I suppose it isn't easy to find a man when you run a company", her mother commented, her dry tone conveying how little she found her daughter's job "womanly".
"I suppose not", was all Shana allowed herself to say on the subject. Her mother already found she spent too much time working, and it would only make her talk on and on about how Shana would be very unhappy when she wouldn't have children by the time she was fourty. Her mother couldn't imagine how a woman could possibly not put the idea of having children before everything else. Shana wasn't against it per se, she just hadn't made it a priority in her life. Maybe she would have some, maybe not; in either case it would be the result of her choices, not of what everybody else expected from her.
"How's Dad?", Shana asked after a few seconds of silence, feeling a change of subject would do both of them good.
"Same as always", her mother replied with a sigh. "He is always complaining about his hip, but it didn't prevent him from going fishing with Bud yesterday."
Shana hid her smile behind her coffee mug. That was her father all right, always on the verge of dying, but still well enough to go and have fun with his friends. His hip would be painful again tonight, when he would have to take the trash outside.
"Still talking about bying a convertible?", she added, knowing the topic would crush every attempt of her mother to go back to her love life.
"He went to garage monday to have a look at some old one the owner had put back together. He showed me the pictures – be warned, he'll try to show them to you too tonight, it's one of these red things you see in movies, the kind the youth drives too fast. It's ridiculous. I don't know what he wants to prove with it. If he thinks it's going to make him look like he is twenty again, he is delusional."
And on and on she went, talking about how her very own Prince Charming was having a middle-life crisis embodied in a dream of red convertibles. Shana made the appropriate responses, enough to fuel her mother's speech, but not enough to turn the conversation about herself again. It wasn't that she was against the idea of finding someone. When she saw her parents, she knew it could be something fabulous. She just didn't think it would work if she had to sacrifice her own dream to it.
