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The call to her arms, Chapter 3
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She let out a long breath… Letting her mind drift back to Bette was certainly not going to help her find sleep. After another hour of tossing and turning, she sat up in her bed and listened to the night for a moment. The whole place was quiet… She looked at the clock, squinting her eyes a little in order to see through the darkness of the room, and let out a sigh when she noticed that the smaller hand had just passed 2. After another few minutes, she suddenly realized how thirsty she was, and she got up to grab her dress on the chair beside the bed.
She sighed and whispered to herself.
“Well, let’s see what I can find downstairs that will help me get through this night…”
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She shove her hands in the pockets of her coat and hurried her pace as she saw the familiar building at the far end of the street. She was exhausted… It had been such a long and eventful day, and an equally hectic night.
She thought back to the meeting… The discussions had been heated and interminable. Those damned fake evasion lines were doing a lot of damages, not only with those vulnerable families, but also with the Resistance and their activities. Not mentioning that the existence of this parallel organization might imply the possible infiltration of traitors inside the Resistance, and that was what worried Bette the most.
The network had finally agreed to carry on with the pirating of the German transmission lines and also the most urgent and long planned actions, like the children escape during the night and the railroad’s sabotage mission the next morning. But it had also been decided that from tomorrow, all escape operations to Switzerland and Great Britain would be suspended until further notice.
This was one of those crisis situations that Bette dreaded, not only because it endangered their action but also for the lack of control and foreseeing that it entailed.
And yet, the brunette couldn’t deny to herself that deep down, the momentary halt of evasion operations had rung like good news.
Because of what it meant.
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Oh God, now I know I will definitely cry with this story… Land of Morpheus, huh? Nice!
Oh my good God! That was truly amazing but there again why am I surprised…. We just witnessed Bette and Tina pulling their first all-nighter… Wine and tea and good conversation like it used to be then…. Huddled up around the kitchen’s wooden table sitting on sturdy chairs and carvers….. Loved thabaprt so much.. Bette did try to tempt her with something indecent… Although it was the tardy hour of a dinner… But still! Clever choice of word there chuckle! ;0) I told you that already I love this story very much and I feel the war in the background and all the uncertainties/heartbreak/worry it will bring! Their goodnight wishes on the stairs put a lump in my throat…. But I cannot help but raise a cheeky eyebrow at knowing that the two of them are next door “neighbours” and I have no doubt that the floor boards in between their two rooms are squeaky…. Well it is an old building after all! You did a fantastic job once again…. One for the classic’s collection! (merci pour le clin d’oeil!) Kx
Just an amazing story. Please update soon.
Well,you have captured my reading interest with this very well written story with WWII and the Resistance as the time sequence and background. I really look forward to your posts and the beautifully written chapters.
Wow Kword! You blew me away with those pages!! It’s such a precious moments, your approach in presenting how they enjoy spent the night talking without realizing the time is speaking so loud on how they are so connected! You know, it’s a whole experience when the time flies with someone special. Though it’s so heartbreaking in the end when reality hits back.. When Tina mentioned her bro and parents. If I were Bette and I know what happened to them which I am sure is not a happy story considering the situation on that period, I would be devastated to be the messenger of such news. :-( anyway K.. I am looking forward to the next update!! I hope the house mate thing will bring more good things for our favorite gals!! ;-) hehe..
My gosh, great chapter, love this story. Really feel for both of them when the questions come. Thanks.
There must be something in the air or water because we’ve been getting some great stories posted here. You are amazing at conveying every aspect of B&T’s time together, I totally feel their connection here. It just takes my breath away. Thank you so much for sharing such a beautiful tale
Simply amazing,thank you.
Just piling on to the accolades above. Wonderful writing.
Such beautiful writing. PPS!!
Didn’t expect you to post again so soon but soooooo glad you did! This is first rate in every way and continues to capture my imagination. I just love the way your writing conveys the mood of the scene – the gentle hushed intimacy of Tina & Bette’s conversation, or the “little details” like the leek & potato soup and chocolate ( a very prized treasure during the war) that makes this story feel “real” and gives me goosebumps. Looking forward to your next awesome post Kw :)
I loved every word. At the same time I am terrified at what I am afraid is going to happen…
I’m really enjoying this story. I’m glad that Tina and Bette are going to be able to spend some time together even if it is under such dangerous circumstances. I hope they are all safe.
Just absolutely beautfiul and oh so well written. Thank you it was just so heartbreaking the ending. Thank you so very much for this story.
Yes this is epic!
What a beautiful dance you discribe when they talk. Yes I love the way they connect. Isn’t amazing what joy that can be found amoung the horror surrounding them.
You are BY FAR the best writer on here. It’s such an amazing story and how you describe the feelings, it’s clear but it has something mysterious. Amazing. Thank you so much for giving me and many others the chance to read this… wow, so great. PPS
I knew it would be good, still your writing blew me away. You know, I’ve been your loyal fan since Cure All. The_Call_to_Her_Arms reminds me of a German movie I recently watched “Aimee and Jaguar” which also described the ladies’ love in WII. Though it’s an old movie and in a different circumstances, the cruelty of war and the power of love wouldn’t differ. Love is love. Still the cruelty of war made me cringe thinking what could happen to our girls. But I wouldn’t like to see you detour in favor of my fragile little heart. I believe whatever is in your mind and going through your finger point, it must be another great work of love and romance.