: Teresa certainly could have picked an easier person to fall in love with! But then, so could have John Crichton. I suppose that is what they get for going after a character played by Claudia Black.
I have always imagined that Fetcher was a replacement for a four letter English word that also starts with F. Like Farscape has Frell. So that is how I have always used it. I am going to leave that comma in, because it is preceding a speech tag. I suppose I could take the speech tag itself out, but I wanted to keep it in, as it comes before a break in the dialogue where we see some physical action. liliandra nadiar:
Thank you for wrangling up my stray not
. I will need it, since the next few episodes will definitely not
be pleasant for Teresa. Starting with that depression you predicted. I laughed at your remark about beating sense into Tadrose. You will see why in a few weeks. McBadgere
: I am a little surprised at how many people are surprised. I am following the standard romance movie playbook with this little arc. Two people meet, are crazy for one another, then halfway or three-quarters through something happens to break them apart. But it all wraps up with happily ever after (usually - in the glbt movies someone tends to die instead). I guess not many people watch chick flicks around here. King Coin
: Tadrose is indeed not ready to be with someone else. She does not have issues, she has a subscription! To be honest, I was half expecting to find people calling for her head. I guess I did a decent job of showing her own emotions through all of the breakup.
Acadian ninja'd me by a few days with the forbidden lover info. Back in 37.3 Tadrose mused this:
All the others might know that little girl as Seryne, and indeed, she only knew herself by that name. But she would always be Sere to Tadrose. She would always be her daughter of love and peace.
But Sere was a name for another time, and another world, Tadrose thought. Along with names like Tyrela, and Indoril. They had no place here, thank Mara. At least in Bravil her baby girl would grow up never knowing the murderous politics of Morrowind's Great Houses. She could be an ordinary girl, and grow up to lead a quiet life. Hopefully it would be filled with a love of her own, and a family to surround her.
Then in 37.4 she thought this:
Goddess, how strange it was to feel so for another after so many years! It had not been since Morrowind, when she had been Teresa's age. But she had been younger then, and foolish enough to let her feelings rule her body. Balen Dres had taught her the folly of that. Had that been only a decade ago? Sometimes it felt like a lifetime had passed since she had lived in Mournhold.Grits
: I have been through this scene myself more then once. I am sure many others can say the same. So I channeled the memory of those feelings to try to make Teresa and Tadrose come alive. Not only the despair, but the anger and the guilt. Next chapter will all about that persistence and relentation, and will wrap things between T&T for once and all. Acadian
: It is more that Tadrose was using Ancondil as a reason to keep from getting involved with Teresa. That made her safe, not an option for romance. Unfortunately for Tadrose her house of cards had to eventually come tumbling down.
Painful a read is what I was hoping for. I am afraid the next few posts will be no better. D.Foxy:
I love the Chuck Yeager quote. So true in so many aspects of life. I've stood on that precipice before, and rolled the dice. Like I am sure many of us have. All too often I have gotten bitten that area the forum filters out. Like you said, that is just amore
. To have the good times, you have to suffer through the bad ones as well. I wanted to show that in these two chapters. Previously on Teresa of the Faint Smile:
In our last episode, Teresa finally had a quiet moment to talk to Tadrose. Things did not work out as she hoped, and instead of declaring her love, Tadrose told Teresa that she could not be her lover. She admitted that she had been in love once, and that it had destroyed her. None of Teresa protestations would sway the dark elf, and in the end she walked off, leaving Teresa alone in the mud. Next chapter finds Teresa back in the Fighters Guild a week later, playing backgammon with Ancondil. Chapter 42.1 – What Do You Want?20th - 21st Sun's Dusk, 3E433
Teresa looked away from the backgammon board as Ancondil moved the last of his chips off of it. The forester stared across the sitting room, and her eyes rested upon the window to the street outside. Droplets of rain splattered its surface, and Silver Avenue beyond was shrouded in twilight.
The wood elf frowned. It had rained the day she and Tadrose had left go hunting trolls. Had that been only a week ago? It seemed like a lifetime. A lifetime since Tadrose had told her that she did not want her. A lifetime since her future had been burned to ashes by the Dunmer's rejection.
"Well that dragon has the most lovely shade of pink scales I have ever seen," Ancondil declared behind her. "Why, I would have to say the lace on its feathers is even more delicate than that on our commander's underwear as well. Would you not agree?"
"Hmm?" Teresa murmured. She turned to look back at the Orisimer. As usual, he was dressed to the Nine. This time it was in red velvet decorated with purple silk and shining brass buttons. He stared at her earnestly, and the wood elf fumbled for something to say in reply. "Yes, of course."
The elegant orc shook his head. "Teresa, you have not been listening to a thing I have said, have you?"
"Of course I have," the forester lied. "I just, well-"
An uproar from across the room rescued her. Along with Ancondil, Teresa looked to where Chance, Morghak, and Vincent were throwing dice against the back wall. They had cleared away several tables to give themselves plenty of space. Even the rugs had been pulled back so they could play on the hardwood floor.
"Dragon eyes!" the Breton hooted. "Pass those bones over here!"
Morghak shook her head, and tossed the dice to Vincent. The smaller man deftly caught both in mid-air, and grinned back at the orc. "Hey, don't feel bad, the Lucky Lady is with me today," he said. "That reminds me, I heard a great one this morning. Why was the werewolf arrested in the butcher's shop?"
The others shook their heads and stared at the Breton.
"He was chop-lifting!"
Chance and Morghak groaned, and Teresa stared back at the window. But once again Ancondil's words cut through the fog that gripped her mind.
"So how is your armor?" he asked. "Did Tadrose repair it yet?"
"No." The sound of the Dunmer's name felt like a troll's claw twisting in Teresa's stomach. "The burned leaves grew back on their own. They just needed some sun and water, and a bit of magical healing."
"Remarkable!" the Orisimer declared. "I have heard of such things, but had never truly believed in a living suit of armor."
The forester shrugged, and continued to stare at the window.
"Teresa, there you are." The wood elf felt her heart leap into her throat at the sound of Tadrose's voice. "I thought I might have missed you again."
Teresa turned her head to the armorer, who stood in the doorway to the foyer. The dark elf wore her usual smithing clothes: worn leather pants and a soot-stained flax shirt. But Teresa noted that her hands were clean, as was her face. She must have just finished in the forge, the wood elf thought, and washed up with a spell.
"If you have the time, I thought I might show you how to use your magicka to recharge Ravenfeeder."
"Oh, there is no need to bother," Teresa found herself saying. "Henantier said he can teach me how to do it."
"Are you sure?" Tadrose asked. "I have the time. We could do it right now."
"That is alright." The words came unbidden to Teresa's lips once more. She felt as if someone else was talking through her, and she was just sitting and watching it all happen. "I know you have other things to do."
Tadrose sighed heavily, and shook her head as she faded from the room.
Teresa stared down at the game board - still filled with her white pieces - and swallowed hard around the lump in her throat. Her blood roared in her ears, and she felt as if she had just survived a battle. It took every ounce of her willpower to keep from shaking. Damn, she silently cursed, why did the dark elf do that to her?
"Teresa," Ancondil's voice slipped into her ears like a silken whisper. "What is amiss between Tadrose and yourself?"
"Nothing." Teresa again found herself speaking without conscious thought. "There is nothing between her and I."
Ancondil glanced back at the trio throwing dice in the corner. They appeared to be completely absorbed in their game. Then he turned back to the forester, and went on in a quiet tone. "Teresa, everyone has noticed. Even Morghak. Tadrose walks on eggshells whenever she is around you, and you have been giving her that same frosty shoulder since you two returned last week. What transpired out there? Why did the two of you return after only two days?"
"Nothing," Teresa frowned. "Nothing at all."
"Then what is amiss?" Ancondil slid a hand across the table and laid it next to her own. "It seems you cannot pay attention to anything. You are stumbling into the rest of us at practice, and Commander Vitellus flattened you twice just this morning in hand to hand. You cannot even play a game of backgammon without drifting away."
"Well maybe I don't want to play this stupid game!" Teresa could not contain the anger that exploded from her. She watched in horror as her fingers swept across the board, flinging her white checkers into the air. The wooden pieces clattered loudly against the table, and scattered across the floor beyond.
Teresa found herself on her feet. Her face was as hot as Red Mountain, and she felt her lower lip begin to tremble. The dice game went silent as Chance, Vincent, and Morghak all turned to stare at her with befuddled faces. Ancondil too, looked up from the table. His face was a mask of serenity, yet somehow that only made Teresa more furious.
"Why can't you people just leave me alone!"
She turned to the door, and stumbled against her chair. Pain shot through her legs as she nearly lost her feet. Cursing, she grabbed its sturdy wooden back and hurled it out of the way with a clatter. Finally storming from the room unhindered, she made her way to the front door and stalked out into the rain.