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The Confession.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IX - "Hook Coast"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: August 22, 2012

When Timoteo entered his room again, he noticed the balcony door was open. Visible through the doorway was Bianca, her back to him, her hands against the railing as she enjoyed the view to merely a fragment of Albion’s lush countryside. She was still wearing her cloak, but she was letting her hood rest back, letting the light breeze outside play with her raven-black locks. He smiled contently, walking towards the balcony, his feet making no noise against the rug-covered floor. Somehow, she heard him anyway, her head turning to the side for a second before she turned around, looking at him. She smiled a little, her eyes roaming up and down his body, taking in the new clothes and styled hair decorating him. He smiled, looking down at himself, holding his arms out by his sides a little. “What do you think?” He asked, looking back up to her eyes. “It’s different...But not worse.” She merely said, warmly. He walked up to her, putting his hands to her hips, under her cloak.
She held him by his shoulders as the two shared a solitary kiss. Pulling back, he continued to hold her, Bianca returning the sentiment, keeping her hands on him. “Darrah thought you’d like it. Something tells me she honestly enjoys dressing me up in different outfits. It’s like I’m a doll of her’s, or something.” Timoteo absentmindedly said. “At least the clothes she picks aren’t ridiculous.” Bianca commented, bringing a hand to his chest, feeling down along the fabric of the shirt. “True enough.” Timoteo stated, looking down at himself again. Timoteo raised his eyebrows a little, saying “Oh, right. Before I forget, she wanted to have tea with us...She’s probably already on her way with some sandwiches and stuff.” Bianca seemed just a little surprised. “She wanted it?” Bianca asked. Timoteo nodded. Bianca was quiet for a moment before asking “...She’s not planning a fight, is she?” Timoteo shrugged lightly, saying “To be honest, I have no idea. But she did say she would try and be on her best behaviour.”
Bianca looked downwards and off to the side. “To be honest, I’m a little uncomfortable with the idea...After she tried keeping me from you and your mother...” “I know. But I can tell she’s been trying to get along with you, ever since then. Remember the carriage ride?” Bianca nodded. “We didn’t fight at all...Until those bandits attacked, and you leaned out through the side to hit them with spells.” She quietly said. Timoteo smiled faintly, suppressing a chuckle. “Yeah, she got riled up...But I was able to keep her from snapping at you, too.” He raised an eyebrow, slowly adding “...Maybe I should sit between you two, while we have tea.” “That might be for the best.” Bianca said, a sliver of a smile on her face. Just then, there was a knock at their door, Timoteo and Bianca taking a step away from each other, the both of them looking towards the bedroom door. The door opened, a maid with a silver tray in her hands walking in, looking at them with a polite little smile on her face.
She was wearing an inexpensive dress coloured white and black, loose and comfortable, looking just a little frilly near the edges of the garment. Her auburn hair was pulled into matching pigtails behind her head, but the pigtails were so long that they could almost be considered ponytails, all on their own. She held her silver tray with a mixture of nervousness and excitement written as plan as day on her face, struggling to keep the tray level as she walked towards them. Darrah nonchalantly strode in behind her, watching the servant girl with no clear emotion on her face. “Set it down on the table, there.” She simply said. “Yes, my lady.” The girl earnestly said, sounding eager to please, or to impress. The servant girl smiled warmly at Timoteo, but her eyes went a little worried when she saw Bianca’s face. She stared for a moment before realizing what she was doing, stopping herself before her staring became rudely apparent.
She slowly and carefully set the tray down on the table, sighing subtly, relieved she hadn’t dropped the tray or made anything topple over. There was an expensive porcelain teapot on the tray, coloured mostly white, with the edges coloured in purple, a few wispy designs done around the teapot’s body and spout. Three matching cups sat over saucers, giving the cups an individual place to rest. Three small circular plates were on the tray as well, each having a sandwich placed over it. The bread was whole wheat, though neither Timoteo nor Bianca could spot what was inside the sandwiches. When the tray had been set down, Darrah said “That’s it, April. You can go.” The servant girl did a polite curtsy to Timoteo and Bianca before quietly heading on her way, departing from the room, quietly shutting the door behind herself. Timoteo smiled a little, just a bit teasingly saying “I thought you didn’t like having other people do everything for you, Darrah?”
Darrah gave him a bored look, raising an eyebrow slightly. “That was the first time I’ve asked a servant to carry my food for me in over a decade.” She flatly said. Timoteo grinned a little, saying nothing, obviously a little pleased to have gotten a reaction out of her. When she noticed his expression, she narrowed her eyes at him, but said not a word. Timoteo sat down in the middle of the white fabric couch to one side of the table, Darrah opting to sit beside him, instead of across from him. Perhaps she was hoping Bianca would then sit across from Timoteo, simply to avoid the close proximity to Darrah; if so, she would’ve been disappointed by what happened next. Bianca sat down by Timoteo’s left side, prompting Darrah to quickly look at her, curiously saying “You’re not even going to take off your cloak to relax?” Bianca looked at her for a moment, her eyes a little surprised. “Does it matter, either way?” She calmly asked. “Well...Just seems odd.” Darrah answered.
Bianca and Darrah both looked at Timoteo, Timoteo instantly realizing that they both wanted his opinion, wanting him to act as the impartial third party. Timoteo smiled a little, playing off their looks, leaning forwards and reaching for the teapot. “Hey, I gotta wonder, what’s this tea taste like?...” He casually said. “Tim.” Darrah firmly said. He raised an eyebrow, glancing at her, smiling more. One of his arms was still outstretched for the teapot. Darrah glanced at Bianca before looking back to his eyes, saying “Don’t you think she should take her cloak off?” Timoteo raised his eyebrows, calmly saying “Actually, Darrah, I don’t mind, either way. Like she said, does it really matter?” Bianca smiled gently at his support. Darrah frowned lightly. “Well, fine. I just can’t see it being comfortable. Nobody else around here would do it.” Darrah explained. Bianca looked at Darrah and quietly said “I made my cloak myself, Darrah...I made sure it was comfortable.”
Darrah glanced upwards and said “Well, I wouldn’t know. Hard to tell from just looking at it.” “Do you want to try it on?” Bianca asked, curiously. Timoteo and Darrah both looked at Bianca, a faint hint of surprise in their eyes. “...Are you serious?” Darrah asked. Bianca nodded softly. “Provided you don’t look in any of the pockets, of course. I keep some sensitive things in them. Just trust me, it’s for the best.” She said, afterwards. Darrah’s expression lightened, the young woman needing a second to think before responding. “Well...Okay. Sure.” Darrah said, sounding just a little subdued, like she was caught off-guard by the offer, or by how she was even accepting. Bianca smiled faintly, saying nothing. Timoteo smiled a little, pleasantly surprised at how Bianca had defused Darrah before she could get very annoyed.
“Let’s try that tea.” He said, reaching across the final few inches for the teapot, delicately taking it by it’s little handle. Darrah looked at him with a tiny smile, saying “It’s sweet, I put some honey in...And the sandwiches are turkey, with this sour, creamy stuff. I’m not sure what it’s called, but it tastes great.” “Sounds awesome.” Timoteo said, beginning to pour tea into each of the three cups. When he was done, he set the teapot back down, handing each of them a plate, letting them get at their sandwiches. He took his own plate, leaning back relaxingly into the couch, sighing a little. Looking at the immense window in the wall across from him, the sun reaching through the drapes without being glaring, he took his sandwich in one hand. “Ahh, it’s a beautiful day, out there.” He said, taking a bite from his sandwich. “Mm. If I’m going out there, though, it’s to help train the new recruits. I was planning on taking the day off and leaving it to Brute and Craig, though.” Darrah agreeably said.
Bianca bit into her sandwich, relishing eating another type of meat again after so long with just Grizelda’s long-lasting bread and jam. “So, what happened during the last little while? I didn’t hear much from you, Tim.” Timoteo rested his sandwich down on his plate, taking a sip from his cup of tea, the sweet nectar very refreshing over his tongue after the turkey in the sandwich. “Well, you know. This and that. To be honest, I didn’t really do much over the last three months. Just relaxed. It was very peaceful.” He said. He didn’t bring up anything to do with Octavia, not getting into that personal matter of Bianca’s. Darrah looked at him with an unexcited expression, saying “That’s it? Nothing much? You can’t be serious.” Timoteo smiled at her, saying “Sorry to disappoint. It may sound boring to you, but it was a very fun three months, for me. Taking it easy...Sleeping in a warm bed...” Bianca smiled lightly, trying not to let any pink rise in her pale cheeks.
Darrah pouted her lips off to the side for a moment before she said “Okay, then. Bianca? What about you?” Bianca smiled more and said “I avoided the Witchspotters scouring Darkwood for my guardian and I. It was...A restful three months. Staying out of sight can be enjoyable, under the right circumstances.” “Oh, right. Timoteo told me about them. They hunt down female Will-users, right?” “And anybody associating with them, yes.” Bianca quietly answered. “Hmph. Well, they won’t get either of you up here, that’s for sure.” Darrah matter-of-factly said. “Perhaps not. But we have a home down in Darkwood, now. We have someone keeping their attention-” “You two have a home together, now?” Darrah asked, surprised. Her mouth was hanging open a crack, her eyes just slightly widened. Bianca nodded lightly, reaching over to her cup, taking a sip of her tea. Timoteo nodded faintly, saying “We had always been planning on going up to Snowspire, eventually. But then the Witchspotter troubles happened, and it didn’t seem right to just leave Darkwood to them. So, Bianca’s guardian, Grizelda, gave us one of the homes she has scattered around Darkwood. Besides...We haven’t heard from Calvin in a long time. His Seal won’t respond at all.”
Darrah looked off into space, her expression turning a little unsettled. “...I hadn’t noticed. Calvin and I never talked a whole lot. When he found out I was staying at my home, and how defensible it was, he didn’t seem to see the need to check in much.” Looking back at the two, she slowly asked “Do you think he’s...?” Timoteo and Bianca were quiet for a moment. “...The same thing happened with Marst. Nobody’s heard from her in a long time...” Timoteo quietly said. “She could be in hiding.” Darrah suggested. Bianca lightly said “You’re right, she could be...Cut off from everyone and everything, maybe living a new life...” “Seems cold to do all that without giving any word to any of us.” Darrah said. “Cold, but perhaps necessary. We have no idea what conditions she’s been dealing with, the last couple of months. She might’ve had to destroy her Seal for her own safety.” Timoteo replied. The three were quiet for a moment before Timoteo changed the subject, saying “So, wait. If you’re going to try on Bianca’s cloak, Darrah, does that mean she should try on some of your clothes, too? I have no idea how that kind of thing works...”
Darrah snickered, taking a bite from her sandwich. Bianca looked at her with a touch of confusion. Darrah glanced at her, her expression faltering for a moment before she kept smiling. “Bianca, you don’t really wanna-” “I wouldn’t mind. It seems only fair to me.” Darrah swallowed her mouthful of sandwich, her expression going a little conflicted as she said “A cloak and a dress aren’t the same thing.” “They’re both clothing.” Bianca merely answered. Darrah raised her eyebrows, saying “Under your cloak, you have clothes. Under a dress...” “...You still have underwear on.” Bianca said, continuing Darrah’s thought. Darrah took a sip from her tea before her brow furrowed a little. She waved a hand at Bianca dismissively, saying “Even so. Look, I don’t think I’d have any dress that would fit you, anyway. None of them would be roomy enough where they’d need to be.” “Natalie might.” Timoteo suggested, raising his eyebrows. Darrah glanced at him, her expression just a little exasperated.
Sounding a bit irritated, she said “Natalie is not as ample as Bianca is. Her dresses would definitely be a better match than mine, but I still don’t think they’d fit her.” “Wouldn’t it be fun to find out?” Timoteo said, a smile growing on his face. Darrah gave him a narrow-eyed look, muttering out “Maybe for you.” Bianca lightly asked “If I could blend in a little more, maybe I wouldn’t cause such a stir. Then I could leave the room.” Darrah needed a moment to search for her words, stammering for a second as she said “E-Even if you were in a dress, the fact is, you still look different. Even if you dressed like us, you still look clearly evil. It would frighten people.” “But isn’t it worth trying?” Bianca asked. Darrah tried coming up with a response for a second before giving in with a heavy sigh.
“You two aren’t going to let it go, are you?” She asked, looking at them both, her expression calm, her tone slightly nettled. Timoteo smiled. Bianca shook her head a little. Darrah rolled her eyes and said “Fine, fine. After we finish eating, I’ll see if Natalie is out of her room. It’s not like she’d willingly lend me one of her dresses, anyway.” Looking at Bianca through the corners of her eyes, she discouragingly said “But, just so you know, most of my sister’s dresses show off a lot of cleavage. She likes the attention she gets from flaunting.” Bianca blinked. “Could you try and take one that is more modest, in that case?” She asked. “I’ll try. No promises.” Darrah answered, starting to smile a little mischievously.
“So? How’s it fit?” Darrah asked. She had brought in a tall room divider for Bianca to change behind, enabling her stay in the room as she switched outfits. The room divider had four rectangular pieces to it, each made of opaque purple fabric with the family’s crest boldly designed in the center, dark brown wood marking the borders of each face. The divider blocked off a corner of the room, standing in a bit of a zig-zag to help keep it’s balance. “It’s a bit...Tight.” Bianca lightly answered. Darrah smiled with amusement, walking over towards the couch again. Bianca had left her cloak draped over the side of the couch, Timoteo sat on the couch still, one arm raised up along the backrest of the couch, his right ankle over his left knee. Darrah grabbed Bianca’s cloak, lifting it up, her face going mildly surprised. “Your cloak’s heavier than I thought it would be.” She commented. Bianca quietly said “It’s mostly the things I keep in the pockets, they weigh it down, somewhat.”
As Darrah opened it up, ready to pull it on, she curiously asked “Why do you even wear this thing, anyway?” Bianca gently asked “Why does every woman here always wear dresses?” Timoteo smiled a little. Darrah made a bit of a displeased face, pulling the cloak on, letting it sit on her shoulders and wrap around her. Leaving the hood back, she looked back at the room divider, saying “It’s just the way things are done, here. Don’t tell me you think dresses look bad, now.” “I’ve never worn a dress, before. I’ve seen them, of course, but I’ve never had one in my possession.” Timoteo looked at Darrah. With the dark cloak surrounding her, the fur-lined hood resting back, she looked completely different than he had ever seen her. The cloak gave her a dark, mysterious appeal, like he were a simple farmhand somewhere, and she were a shadowy, seductive traveller passing through his village in the dead of night. Darrah noticed him looking at her, smiling a little, raising an eyebrow gently.
“Does it look good?” She asked, looking down at herself, doing a little spin for him. “It totally changes how you appear. You look...Elusive, now.” Timoteo said, smiling faintly. “Is that good?” She asked, holding back an amused chuckle. “It’s something.” He said, grinning a little. Darrah smiled widely, looking back in Bianca’s direction. “Are you ready, Bianca?” She asked. “I’m not sure I’ve got it fitting properly...” Bianca said, with a hint of embarrassment. “Here, let me see.” Darrah said, walking over towards the divider. Darrah poked her head around the corner, and nearly laughed. “Yeah, it’s not fitting right. If you’re going to wear a dress around here, we’re definitely going to have to get one made specifically for you. I’m really surprised Natalie’s dress doesn’t fit you better.” “You don’t have to rub it in, like that...” “And just think, that’s one of her dresses not meant to show off a lot of cleavage.” “Avo...” “Show Tim. I bet he’ll get a laugh.”
“Um...Well, I’m wearing it now, I might as well...” Darrah stepped back from the room divider, giving Bianca a chance to walk out from behind it. It took her a few seconds, perhaps from nervousness, perhaps from embarrassment. Eventually, though, she revealed herself. The dress was all dark red in colour, with curling black designs done along the abdomen. The dress was sleeveless as well as strapless, leaving Bianca’s shoulders bare. The dress reached down far, completely blocking the view to her legs, hiding even her feet. Bianca was still wearing her rings and necklace, letting her hair drape down behind her, as per usual. Her bust valiantly fought and strained against the dress, barely contained by the red fabric. The edge of the garment was tight enough to sink into her a little, creating valleys in her pale bosom, some of her chest unable to help billowing out past the edge. The dress was tight over her tummy, revealing the delectable little curve of her belly, making Timoteo’s eyes roam all over her. She started to blush, feeling rather out of her element in the dress. Timoteo didn’t laugh, like Darrah had predicted. He smiled widely, his eyes both surprised and aroused. “It...Looks magnificent. What a huge, huge switch.” He commented, warmly. Bianca smiled a little, feeling a little more confident at his encouragement.
“It barely fits me.” She mumbled out. “That’s probably what he likes the most.” Darrah quipped, smiling knowingly, watching his eyes trail along Bianca. “That’s not it at all.” He said, glancing at her, his smile intact. “Surrrre.” Darrah sarcastically said, grinning. Bianca looked at Darrah, asking “Do you like my cloak?” Darrah smiled a little, looking down at it, saying “Surprisingly enough, I do. It’s softer than I thought it would be.” She started to pull the cloak off a moment later, handing it to Bianca. “If you’re really serious about wearing a dress and trying to come out more...I guess I’m willing to give it a shot. But we’re seriously going to have to have a dress made to match your figure.” “How long will that take?” Bianca asked. Darrah put her hands to her hips, raising an eyebrow gently, smiling faintly as she said “Well, taking the measurements will only be a couple of minutes. After that, the dressmaker will need some time to put it together. So, you might not be able to join us at meals today, but you’ll be able to before we leave for Hook Coast.”
Bianca nodded, looking down at herself as Darrah headed off for the bedroom door. “We can do this right now, I’ll go get the dressmaker.” She said, pulling open the bedroom door, stepping outside, shutting it behind herself. Timoteo stood up, approaching Bianca. Bianca looked up to his eyes, smiling sheepishly. Walking up to her, he felt his hands along her arms, heading for her shoulders, feeling her flawless skin run under his digits. “That dress looks incredibly sexy, on you...” He gently teased, smiling. “Really?” She lightly asked, her cheeks turning crimson. He nodded, grinning a little. He felt his hands up to either side of her face, slipping his fingers into her hair as he leaned closer. He kissed her slowly yet passionately, feeling her press her plump lips back against him earnestly. They kissed three times before he leaned back again, smiling at her. Her whole face had gone a little red, but she was smiling happily, her eyes a little excited.
“I suppose the dressmaker will want to take my measurements while I’m wearing as little as possible, for accuracy’s sake...Hopefully she won’t mind if I keep my shirt on, at least. I don’t have a bra, after all.” Bianca commented. Timoteo chuckled in his throat, taking a step back from her, letting her walk towards the couch. “I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” He confidently said. She rested her cloak over the couch again, draping it over the side. She turned back to him and began to approach him, smiling gently. Suddenly, she wobbled a little, almost tripping. Her face went shocked for a moment. She had stepped over the inside of the dress, still moving forwards during the step, not realizing what she had done right away. Her step yanked the strapless dress down, making her immense breasts win the battle against the fabric, her milky globes popping out, completely exposed and open to be seen. She gasped gently, looking down at herself, reaching up to try and readjust the fit.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled widely with amusement. Bianca sighed gently through her nose, giving up on fixing the dress a couple of seconds later, quietly and wearily saying “Yes...Far too small for me.” Timoteo jokingly said “At least it’s happening here, instead of at Alexander’s dinner table.” Bianca smiled a little, looking up at him, saying “Yes, you have a point...I should change out of this before Darrah returns.” Timoteo smiled, watching her pleasantly as she stepped past him, heading back for the room divider.
While Bianca was being measured for her new dress, Timoteo went out and found Brute, helping to train the freshly recruited villagers. Brute took a break from his demonstrations of combat techniques, chatting with Timoteo, catching up with him. He told him about his time in Aurora, the things he had done there, and eventually what had caused him to even go to Aurora, in the first place. Eventually, Darrah came out to see them, joining in on the conversation. When lunch was served shortly after, Timoteo and Darrah were still somewhat hungry, so they headed to Alexander’s dining hall with Brute, the three of them eating with the lord of the estate. Timoteo brought some food back for Bianca to have, finding her dressed in her usual clothes again, Bianca grateful for his thoughtfulness.
The food he brought her consisted mostly of cooked meat, something she heavily enjoyed, Timoteo having also brought her a tankard of cool water to wash the meat down with. When she was done eating, she confessed to feeling a little sleepy from the heavy meal, asking if he felt the same. He couldn’t deny; having eaten more than he thought he would at the dinner table, he felt fairly sleepy himself, a bellyful of cooked meat and potatoes putting him through a drowsy spell. Bianca smiled and asked him if he wanted to join her for a little nap. He readily agreed.
Bianca shut the balcony door and drew the drapes covering the windows as tight as she could, blocking out as much sunlight as possible. Mostly in darkness with him, now, she sighed pleasantly, walking towards the bed, towards her lover. They started to undress, leaving their clothes in little bundles by the bed, down on the floor. Getting in the nude, they crawled into bed together, Bianca closing her eyes as the silky soft sheets ran along her skin. She laid down in the bed with a deep, content sigh, mumbling out “Ooh, it’s wonderful...It fits every curve of my body...” Timoteo smiled a little, coming close to her under the sheets. “Are you sore?” He asked. Bianca smiled gently, looking over at him, murmuring out “Only a little by now, you’ve been helping me, immensely...” “Want a bit more massaging?” He smiled more at her, his eyes full of care, a want to ease her pain clear in him. She smiled more, slid closer to him, and kissed him. “I’d love that. Thank you...” She lightly said.
She slowly turned over on to her left side, facing away from him, inviting him to spoon with her. He came closer to her, bringing his chest to her back, his loins to her soft, curvy behind. Reaching his right arm over her side, he rested it against her soft belly, smoothing his hand upwards. Slipping his hand under her right breast, he easily enough found exactly where the stress had been done, going off of memory. Rubbing gently at her muscles, she sighed lightly, more pleased than pained. He moved his hand down lower, slipping under her left breast, rubbing at her muscles there, as well. “Mm...” Bianca mumbled, contently. “Are you enjoying your time here, so far?...” He lightly asked, by the back of her neck. Bianca smiled gently. “I am...I can tell Darrah’s trying to be kinder to me. I can see that she’s being more open-minded and hospitable. I appreciate it, and I want to thank her once we wake up...” Timoteo smiled pleasantly.
“There’s something about being home that makes her warmer, I’ve found...But I’m really glad things are looking better between the two of you. I don’t like all the drama. I tried convincing her you two could be friends, when she tried keeping you away from my mother...” “I’m willing to forgive Darrah for the insults and transgressions...I’m willing to be her friend...But...” “...But it depends on her, right?” He said. Bianca nodded gently. “She needs to be willing, too...And based on past experiences, she won’t be. I’m worried that this new friendliness she’s showing me won’t last much longer.” Bianca quietly said. “I think she’s really trying...But...Yeah. I’m worried, too.” He said, switching up his massaging pattern, as well as moving back to her other breast. “I think when she heard I was willing to try and blend in more here, it surprised her.” Bianca murmured. “I’m surprised she tried on your cloak, instead of insulting you for even offering.” Timoteo faintly remarked.
Bianca smiled gently. “Hearing me offer to dress more like her, to dress more like the women she’s familiar with, I think it put me in a position she wasn’t used to looking at me in. I think, for a short while at least, it made her ignore my manifested morality.” “Perhaps. Do you think swapping outfits like that warmed her up? She certainly acted agreeable enough while you were changing.” He curiously asked. Bianca nodded gently. “It was an offer of friendship, of a sort...We wore each other’s style, it was a slight bond, while it lasted. I would do it more, if she would accept that bond again. It might help her put aside our differences...Let us be friends.” She mumbled, a little sleepily. Timoteo reached up from her chest, gently sweeping some of her hair to the side from the back of her neck, clearing a small window for him to kiss her milky skin. “We’ve got a long while to go, before we move out...I really hope you two can become friends, before we do...I’ve always felt like there was more to Darrah than met the eye, and eventually, she proved me right. I can forgive most of the things she does because I can understand her, and where she comes from...”
“Part of me feels like she wants me to dislike her, but I can’t for the life of me understand why. She tries to hurt me, then speaks of how I must hate her, and then seems surprised when I refuse to despise her...I can’t understand her. Unless she acts like that because...Well...Because she’s envious that I can hold your hand...That I can love you.” Bianca quietly said, yawning silently shortly after. He avoided the subject. He realized, of course, that Bianca was almost certainly correct. Darrah often seemed to act catty with Bianca purely out of jealousy, hiding it behind some other reason. Timoteo still remembered every word of Darrah’s drunken confession, as well as most of the hints she had made, since then. She wanted him, she wanted to be with him, and had for years, maybe even since the earliest days of his time at the Guild.
She wanted his attention, his affection. She wanted to give him her own, and she hated that Bianca had managed to fill that position before her. She had wanted his attention so badly that she would be his bully, his rival, if it meant he would think of her. He was quiet for a second, merely thinking about Darrah. He reached back over to Bianca’s tummy, rubbing comfortingly along her soft flesh, trailing the tip of his finger around her navel. “Let’s sleep, mm?...Waking up in this bed will be bliss...” He pleasantly murmured, by her ear. Bianca smiled gently, closing her eyes. She mumbled incoherently in her throat, going silent shortly after. He cuddled with her under the sheets, spooning still as they both fell into a deep, relaxing sleep...
“Hey, Darrah? You know dinner’s ready, right? Craig sent me to get you.” Timoteo said, standing in the doorway of Darrah’s room, glancing around. It had been hours since his nap with Bianca, but he hadn’t seen Darrah at all, since then. She hadn’t visited either of them in their room. He hadn’t ran into her anywhere in the halls. She hadn’t been with Brute, her brother, or her father. It had gotten worrying to Timoteo after a while, especially when she hadn’t appeared for dinner as promptly as she always had. Looking around, he saw that the door to her balcony was open, but still, Darrah was nowhere to be seen. He walked deeper into her room, saying “Darrah? Are you even here?” “Yeah...The balcony.” He heard her say, a little coolly. He walked over towards the opened door across from him, his feet silent on the purple rug covering the floor of her room, corner to corner. He stepped out on to the balcony, feeling an evening breeze blow past him, the gust playing with his shirt.
She stood off to the side, leaning over a little on the railing of the balcony, her elbows to it. She held her hands together over the edge of the balcony, her expression a little morose as she gazed out into the darkening horizon. The sun was almost finished slipping behind the landscape, the gold and red fading from above, making way for the dark blue of nightfall. He looked at her curiously, saying “I’ve never known you to be late for dinner, before.” She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even look at him. He could tell she was bothered by something, but it was anyone’s guess if it was something he did, or something else entirely. Trying to cheer her up, he joked, teasingly saying “Isn’t it against social etiquette to just leave your family wondering at the dinner table, or something?” “Please, Tim. I’m not in the mood.” She gloomily said. She slowly took in a deep breath of the cool evening air, exhaling heavily. He took a few steps towards her, saying “Alright, something’s bothering you. What’s wrong?”
Darrah barely looked at him through the corners of her eyes, looking away a moment later. She didn’t respond, otherwise. He came beside her, putting his elbows to the railing as well, looking out at the horizon. “You know I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s bothering you.” He calmly stated. “You already know what’s bothering me.” She quietly said. He raised his eyebrows lightly, looking over at her, saying “No, I don’t. I can’t read your mind, Darrah.” Her brow twitched downwards. Sourly, she said “Well, you should. You’re a bloody Will-user. You and Bianca both. All you mages can probably read minds, you just don’t tell anybody. It’s a big secret amongst you guys.” Timoteo sighed subtly, looking out at the horizon again. “Yes, Darrah. There’s a big mage conspiracy, we’ve been reading peoples’ minds since the dawn of time and somehow managed to keep it a secret. You’ve found us out.” He said, a little sarcastically.
Darrah’s jaw went tight, feeling like he was mocking her. “Don’t talk to me with that condescending tone...” She muttered out. He sighed lightly once again. “I didn’t mean to come across like that, sorry.” Looking at her again, he gently said “Look, something’s bugging you, and I really have no idea what it is. What’s wrong?” A flash of anger crossed Darrah’s face. She looked at him coldly, snapping out “What else could be wrong? You and Bianca, that’s what!” Before he could speak, Darrah stood up straight, glaring furiously at him. “I went to see you guys after lunch, and I found you both in bed. Cuddling up together, all your clothes on the floor...” He stood up and faced her, his brow furrowing gently. She was responding with such undue hostility to something so trivial, it offended him. “Darrah, we were having a nap. And, we always sleep naked, together.” Darrah crossed her arms over her chest, coldly muttering out “Yes, I’m sure you do, all alone in that house you have with her. What’s next, Tim? Am I going to find out you two got married, weeks after the ceremony?”
Timoteo sighed with exasperation, blinking at her angry tone, saying “Is that what’s bothering you? The fact that the two of us live together, now?” Darrah’s eyes went a little wide, sounding just a bit outraged as she said “That’s just one of dozens of reasons!” Timoteo took a sudden step towards her, his expression turning somewhat angry. “No...That’s not what’s really bothering you.” She took a step back, confusion mingling in with the anger in her eyes. “What’re you blabbering about?” She questioned. He took another pace towards her, prompting her to take another step away. “What’s really bothering you, Darrah? What’s your problem?” He firmly urged. She took another step back, Timoteo coming towards her again. Now fear was entering her eyes, the confusion in her eyes growing, spreading across her face. Her anger was dying in the face of his confrontation. “I told you what my problem was.” She said, with a little less fire in her tone.
“You’re telling me little problems, little issues. You’re not telling me the real problem. You’re not telling me what all those little problems stem from.” He answered, taking a few more steps towards her. She backed up until she bumped into the wall at the end of the balcony, trapped, Timoteo standing between her and the exit. The fear in her eyes grew. She wasn’t afraid he would hurt her. The idea that he would hit her was unthinkable, the two were too close for that to happen. She trusted him too much, she knew he would never lash out at her like that. She was merely afraid he’d make her say something she’d end up regretting. Her face becoming worried, as if she regretted not simply having gone to dinner like the rest, she said “Tim, please. Just-” “No, Darrah. I’m tired of it. I know exactly what your problem is, but I want you to say it. I’m tired of the drama it makes. I want you to admit it.” Darrah’s eyes began to go watery.
She raised her eyebrows gently, saying “Please don’t-” Timoteo cut her off, taking a few more steps towards her. They were barely a foot apart, now. He stared into her eyes, his tone calming, becoming less angry. “You need to say it, Darrah.” He quietly said. Before she could speak, her mouth still hanging open a little, he softly said “I know it’ll take a lot of bravery, but you’ve had a long time to think about saying it. You already told me, once. You’re strong. You can say it.” Tears ran down Darrah’s cheeks. She raised her eyebrows, pleadingly saying “Please Tim, don’t make me say it...I can’t...” He reached over and put his hands on her hips, still looking into her eyes. “You can. It’s just a matter of crossing the line and getting the first word out. The rest will follow. It’s okay, Darrah...We’re alone, here. So, I’ll ask you again...” Raising his eyebrows, he forcefully said “What is your problem with Bianca and I? Why do you hate it so, seeing us together? Why do you get so moody whenever you see us together?”
Darrah’s botttom lip quivered. “...You already know why...” She barely managed to say, her voice going tight with emotions. He nodded lightly. “Of course I do. Took me a while to really believe it, I’ll admit. But, you need to say it. I need to hear it from you.” “Why? There’s no point, and y-you’ll just hurt me, anyway...You don’t care...” Darrah lightly said, avoiding looking into his eyes, turning her head to the side a little. “I’m not going to hurt you...I just need to hear it.” He simply said. “You will hurt me, because there’s no point in telling you...It w-won’t change anything...I lost my chance a long t-time ago...” Darrah mumbled. “I couldn’t take a chance, and I hate myself for it!...Bianca swept in and snatched you away from me!” She added, her voice going small.
She shut her eyes, more tears running down from her eyes, her chin trembling. “Open up, Darrah...Please, say it. I don’t want you hating yourself...Now’s your chance to let it go. Tell me how you feel.” He gently urged, rubbing at her hips. She sniffled, taking a little step towards him to take her back from the wall, slowly reaching her arms up. She slipped her arms around his neck, lightly bringing her forehead down to the side of his neck. He was putting far, far too much pressure on her, more than she could fight. He wanted to hear the words so badly? He wanted to hurt her when the words didn’t mean a damn? Very well. She’d let him have his wish. Then he could leave her alone, and go back to his little witch. He could spit on her heart all he wanted, but it wouldn’t change how he was right; telling him how she felt might bring her some modicum of inner peace. No amount of future neglect from him would be able to change that she wouldn’t be able to regret never telling him.
Her throat tight, she quietly said “I...I put so much time into you...So much effort...And it never worked!...I always screwed it up...And then she walks in after disappearing for years, and suddenly, none of my effort mattered, anymore!...” A fresh wave of tears ran from her eyes, Timoteo slipping his arms further around her, staying silent, letting her continue her confession. “She comes along, and just takes you away from me!...You were mine!...I had wanted you for so m-much longer than she had!...I had been trying for years, I had always been working to make you like me!...It’s not fair!...” She squeezed her arms tight around him. “All I ever wanted was for you to like me!...I care about you so much!...I’ve wanted you for years, but you never cared...I know I had a poor way of showing it, b-but I was always trying to make you s-see how much I cared about you...” She grit her teeth tight, shutting her eyes.
Here it came. The final bit. The last confession, the last little speck that she had kept chained up in her heart. Once the words were out, there would be nothing left. She’d be laid bare, completely open, vulnerable to any devastating word he saw fit. In moments, she knew her heart would be crushed. It was pointless to tell him. Her voice going small again, she quietly said “...I...I love you, Tim...A-And I’ve always wanted to be with you...I just couldn’t face being rejected...I don’t want to be hurt!...” Timoteo smiled gently. He felt incredibly proud of her, happy she had been able to muster up the courage. He knew it must’ve been tremendously difficult for her, but she had done it, anyway. She had let out the deepest secret she had. She let out a sob, burying her face into the side of his neck. He gave her a squeeze in his arms. “If you had told me a long time ago, Darrah...It could’ve become something...You could’ve gotten your wish.” He lightly said.
His words didn’t seem to comfort her. Quite the contrary. His words only made her let out a harder sob. He rubbed at her back, losing his smile, noticing the effect his words had. “Darrah, I really care about you...I want to make you happy...You mean a lot to me...” “She means more!” Darrah loudly said, her voice a little muffled, her mouth pressed against his neck. “There was n-no point in telling you...It’s not going to change anything...You love her...I already lost my chance!...” Darrah whispered out, moving her head, letting just her forehead rest against the side of his neck. “Don’t you feel better for finally saying it?” He asked, hopefully, beginning to question whether or not it was such a good idea to press Darrah into spilling her heart. His suspicion was confirmed when Darrah suddenly put her hands to his shoulders and shoved him away from her, putting him at arms length. Her face was sorrowful, her eyes red, her cheeks streaked with moisture.
Her eyes were a little angry, but the anger was dwarfed by pain. “You just forced me into tearing my own heart out f-for you, and it doesn’t even mean a d-damn thing. How do you think I feel?” She snapped out. Timoteo blinked, saying “I-” before Darrah had cut him off. Furiously, she said “You got me to say how I feel, and there was n-no point. What’re you gonna do now, go laugh it up with Bianca? Celebrate m-my defeat with her? You love her, you live with her, I’m nothing! I’m...I’m just a stupid girl that never had any guts...” Darrah’s voice lost it’s anger near the end, her voice dripping hatred for herself. Timoteo’s face turned regretful. “Darrah, don’t think like that. I care about you more than you think, I’m not trying to hurt you, I just wanted to help you finally admit it.” “Why?!” Darrah suddenly screamed out, staring hard at him. He flinched at her sudden spike in volume. “I thought-” She didn’t let him continue.
Baring her teeth a little, she sounded both humiliated and in agonizing pain as she said “Just go away. Get out of my room and l-leave me alone. I’m not going down for dinner. Go back to that damn thief who was apparently so much more appealing than me. It t-took her days to achieve what I couldn’t do in years.” He looked at her sadly, gently saying “Darrah-” Darrah shook her head, sounding utterly broken as she quietly and desperately said “Just go away, Tim!...” Timoteo’s eyes turned somewhat watery, as well. He had no idea he was going to hurt her so deeply when he started confronting her about her feelings. “...I’m sorry. We’ll talk again later...I’ll give you some time. I just want you to know, before I go-” Darrah raised up an arm, pointing to the balcony door, urging him to leave without words. He trailed off, going silent. He tried willing himself to finish his sentence despite her interruption, but found himself lacking the strength.
He simply turned from her, heading off. Once Darrah heard him shut her bedroom door, she dropped down to her knees, covering her face with her hands. Weeping, she felt crushed inside. She had known it would hurt. She had known there would be no point. Why did he make her say the words? Why had he wanted to hurt her? To rub it in, make it painfully clear that, despite her feelings, Bianca’s claim overpowered Darrah’s own? Her confession of love was never going to change how he felt. It wasn’t going to suddenly make him break off his relationship with Bianca. Why had he made her say the words? Darrah sobbed. Her world was ending. Her heart was flattening. All she knew at that moment was suffering. He didn’t care about her at all, did he? Bianca would laugh at Darrah’s pain, at her victory over the Hero of Strength. Little Darrah had finally taken her leap of faith, and Timoteo had let her plummet.
Darrah raised a fist and slammed it down into the floor of the balcony. Hairline cracks ran through the stone beneath her fist. The pain throbbing through her arm distracted her, offering a brief, but nonetheless sweet reprieve from her inner suffering. Blood running along her fingers, she slowly got up to her feet. Shambling into her bedroom, she shut the balcony door behind herself. Drawing the drapes covering her window, she made the room almost pitch-black. She began to pull her dress off, her head pounding with pain from the ordeal of so much internal pain. At that moment, all Darrah wanted was to sleep. To forget. To relieve herself of the pain, if only for a short while. And maybe, in her dreams, she would find herself in a place where Timoteo loved her back, and all would be right in her world...
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