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Fallacy (Part 1)
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“I tried.” Tina’s smile was half in shadow. “Then I realized I couldn’t go back to sleep without knowing what happened.” She looked at Bette expectantly.
Bette hid her smile. As if she’d be behaving so casually if she had gone into the nursery to find their daughter gone. “She’s sleeping.”
“Yeah, but is she-”
“Soundly,” Bette whispered. She kicked the sheets from her ankles; it was too hot, anyway. “She’s fine.”
Tina made a noise to confirm that she was all right with this news and shifted on her stomach, closing her eyes. She reached across the bed and ran her fingernails down the sensitive skin of Bette’s forearm; Bette shivered and wet her lips, knowing the action was meant to placate and nothing else. The bed creaked as she shifted closer.
“What do you think that is?” she asked in a voice quiet enough to be ignored if Tina had fallen asleep, but still be heard if she hadn’t.
“What do I think what is, baby?” Tina murmured.
She wasn’t sure if she’d planned on saying it at all. “That you worry about her so much. What is that?”
Tiredness made Tina frank; she chuckled into the pillow and said, “I’m a worrier. Everyone knows that.”
“Yes, but…”
And maybe she sounded too anxious, because Tina opened her eyes and slid closer until their shoulders touched. She laced her fingers with Bette’s. “What?”
“I just wonder, that’s all.”
Tina bit her lip and gazed at her. Bette gazed at the ceiling. She only wondered about some things, really-she wasn’t much for wondering because it took too much time. It frustrated her, though, to know that it wasn’t really worth it to wonder things because so much of life was defined and plotted out in the past. Sometimes she wondered just to gain a little control on things. She knew Tina knew this and that Tina would probably not take her wondering lightly.
“I think…” Tina’s voice was stronger now as though she were coming fully out of sleep. Bette felt sorry. “Someone-it might have been my mother, I don’t know-told me that God makes babies-human ones and animals, too, I think-cute so that we’ll take care of them.”
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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.