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Fallacy (Part 1)
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Part One: Certain Interesting Ideas
It was a favorite pastime of Bette’s, watching the shadows fall against the docile curtains, hoping to rouse a reaction-it often had the unfortunate effect of waking Tina up. This night was no different. Bette was sorry; mothers slept differently and Tina slept differently now, more fragile, like she was hovering above the bed and couldn’t sink down into it for a good, comfortable sleep-the baby might need her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered as hastily and soothingly as she could; if Tina didn’t wake up too much, she might not wake up at all.
“It’s okay.”
Bette had missed this. She hadn’t realized how much she missed the way Tina slept on her stomach and buried her face in the pillow. She wondered, idly, if she hadn’t realized how much she missed it just because it was such a dumb, ridiculous thing to miss.
Tina yawned; she’d woken her up for sure. “It’s just, your breathing changes so suddenly,” she mumbled into the pillow. “Wakes me up.”
“Sorry,” Bette breathed again.
“Don’t be. I can check on-”
“Don’t.” She slid her hand down Tina’s back. “Go back to sleep. I’ll check on her.”
Tina didn’t argue. She seemed to fall back asleep immediately. Bette slid out of bed, the shadows catching on the sheets as they parted to let her go, then sliding toward the floor as she stood. She made sure to breathe as evenly as she could.
Angelica was sleeping as soundly as her mother; it was Bette who found herself the odd one out for she couldn’t even think about sleeping without feeling infinitely more awake. It felt wrong somehow. She stood still in the nursery, looking down at the baby and wondering if it felt good, safe to have someone watching you like that, or if it just felt as tight and uncomfortable as Bette imagined it would feel to her.
They were only thoughts. They were strange and they came too often. She was a different person now, of course, she knew she was a lot of different people at once and not one of them was the sort who would be a bad parent or anything.
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Heavy stuff… I’m glad to see you have come to write again, I thought “broken girls whith strange frames” was so excellent. I know, given your obvious insight into tlw characters thus far and the connection that you mentioned at one point in your own commentary, that Bette and Tina are special to you. This deconstruction of a, shall we say “troubled” Bette brings with it some sadness, I hope that B&T can connect/reconnect and entwine in every sense that we who love them yearn for.
wow- very interesting. a perspective that i don’t think that i’ve seen before. your talent is unmistakable though. thanks for this!
Hmmm I’m intrigued. Please continue.
Interestingly angsty Bette paired with a calm and content Tina… oooh, what will happen next?
I am really into this story, and I hope that you continue…
OOh! *rubbing hands together* THis is really good!!! I’m so excited about you writing another story! Can’t wait for more…and more! Thanks!
You’ve got my attention, I wanna know where this is going. I hope you choose to continue.
this is so great – very interesting perspective – love it
bitter sweet story. (I like it)I hope your post soon.
omg this story is the saddest thing ever” i love you and you love sleeping with me” aggggh wtf is that tinnna noo shes not a nypho she looovees bette to!!! please let them be happy and love each other or let bette get over herslef lol bettes my fav and i love her but i mean plleeeeeaaaase lol even though i know how she feels sad face lol anyways loooooovvvvve the story please post soon thanx byeness<33358973689
jeeze I cant stand how every new story is so horrible now….not the writing (thats great) just the plots of a distraught bnt
Good start and this is going to be awesome. Ok post soon, thanks!
Jeez, Bette, Bette, Bette. Sometimes I have to remind myself that B&T aren’t coconut shells that I can bang together and everything make like silly cymbals or end up having coconut milk or something. Even in fiction, love is hard. Yeah, well, if it’s easy, it won’t be love at all (yeah, yeah, heard that before. Litanylecturemantra).
So happy to have you back, Rachel. So glad to be reading your post again. Missed you so FUCKING MUCH. Please update your fic soon.
Cheers!
Rachel, let me comment first before reading… you are the TRUE COMEBACK kid. I was wondering if you’d ever post again. I’m so fucking glad you hit the keyboards and slammed down the RETURN key. So mighty glad to have you back.
PLEASE keep coming back. Missed you more than I could ever say (or type).
Cheers!
Wow. On one hand I’m so happy there back together, but at the same time I’m so worried that if she’s not careful it will be Bette who gets lost this time, trying to be all that she thinks Tina wants her to be. Bette fucked up, but Tina has always loved her for being Bette, not for how much money she had, or what she did for a living. Bette needs to let Tina know her fears and concerns, you can’t pretend things are alright when there not.
“We’re together because I was weak. I was weak and I wanted a hug and you wanted to sleep with me and that’s why we’re together—because I love you and you love sleeping with me.”
Were you referencing the brief encounter in ep. 9?
I know the experience of papering over a large crack in a relationship with habitual responses.
The cadence of Bette’s thoughts and responses – lapsing into almost clinical introspection – is so different from her behavior in other fics that this chapter bears re-reading several times to fully grasp what is being revealed. The layers of meaning are many. This is post-partum Bette. I think she is depressed. Seriously.
And I think this is a very fine story.
Thanks.
Great story but how very sad it is. One thing is for sure Bette can’t go on for long like this. Looking forward to much much more.