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Triangle Dilemma.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IX - "Hook Coast"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: September 1, 2012

Timoteo walked back to his bedroom, his mind racing with thoughts of Darrah. She had been so crushed, so devastated, and it was all his fault. He would’ve preferred Darrah’s jealousy towards Bianca over seeing her so torn apart, after her confession. If only he had kept his silence instead of confronting her...He knew something needed to be done. Darrah couldn’t be left in that state. She was broken, she honestly seemed to believe Timoteo had spat on her heart, had inwardly laughed in the face of her confessed love. She had made it clear that she didn’t want to speak to him, but he couldn’t let her spiral downwards like she was. Aside from intimately caring for her and her feelings, he worried that Darrah would soon become bitter enough to proclaim Bianca and himself enemies, either to herself or to the estate at large. Feeling the matter was too urgent to ignore, he decided against returning to Alexander and the others for dinner, not even returning to Craig to explain why Darrah was late for dinner.
Instead, he headed straight for Bianca, quickly opening his bedroom door when he reached it. Bianca was seated over the center of their bed, her cloak still draped over the couch where they had had their tea with Darrah. Her legs crossed beneath herself, she held a book in her lap, having been quietly reading before he entered the room. When he came in, shutting the door behind himself, she looked up at him with a bit of surprise. “You’re back early. The dinner’s finished, already?” She asked. “No, I...I didn’t, I mean, I haven’t gone to dinner, yet.” He said, his thoughts obviously scattered, his expression conflicted, almost disoriented. Bianca noticed, closing her book, looking at him with concern. “Is something wrong? What’s troubling you?” She quietly asked. He sat down on the edge of the bed when he reached it, letting out a heavy sigh. Leaning over, he put his elbows to his knees, hanging his head down a little. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts and speak.
“...I went to see Darrah. She was late for dinner, which is unusual for her...She was acting distant at first, then snapped at me.” “What about?” Bianca asked, curiously. “You, of course.” He simply said. Bianca blinked, her eyes falling to her knees. Timoteo raised a hand to his face, thoughtfully running his hand down across his mouth and chin, staring out across the room. “...I got sick of it. I confronted her about her feelings, about why she acts so jealous about you. I already knew the reason...But I forced her into saying it, anyway. I made her spill her heart. She...Told me everything. She told me she loved me. She told me she hated you for getting close to me before she could...I thought airing her feelings would make her feel better, but...I think I broke her heart.” Bianca slowly started to move, coming towards him. “She really told you that?” She lightly asked. He nodded. “She was crying, and demanded I leave her room...She thinks I don’t care about her at all. She thinks we’ll just use her confession to laugh at her.”
“...That’s my fault. She wouldn’t think that way, if not for me...” Bianca quietly said. She came up behind him, sitting on her knees. She lightly ran her hands down his back, soothingly stroking along his shirt. Timoteo shook his head gently, quietly saying “I have no idea what to do...This is a real problem, Bianca. Darrah was very seriously hurt...If something isn’t done, she’s going to hate us both, I have no doubts about that. She’s going to hate us enough to want us dead. I’ve seen what a broken heart can do to people, how bitter it can make them...And we’re staying in a place where Darrah and her family have absolute authority.” Bianca’s hands hesitated over his back. “...You don’t really believe she would try to have us executed, do you?” She quietly asked. Timoteo thought for a moment, slowly saying “Well...She might simply demand us to leave the estate, for old time’s sake...But...” Turning his head to the side a little, he looked at her from over his shoulder. “...I’m worried, Bianca. I have no idea how this is going to affect Darrah.” He said, plainly.
His lack of even trying to convey confidence worried her. They were both quiet for a few seconds before Bianca slowly moved past him, getting up from the bed. He watched her for a moment before curiously asking “Where are you going?” Bianca turned, standing in front of him, looking down to his eyes. “I’m going to see Darrah. Like you said, if something isn’t done, Darrah’s pain could fester into a want for vengeance. She sent you away, I want to see if I can’t calm her down.” Timoteo stood up, surprised by Bianca’s willingness to suddenly take action. He was incredibly tempted to warn her against her course, but resisted, at first. “What’re you going to say?” He simply asked, walking with her towards the bedroom door. Bianca looked downwards for a second before quietly admitting “...I don’t know. But something needs to be done. I don’t want Darrah to be my enemy. She may be too upset to see you, right now...But I might fare better.”
Timoteo couldn’t stave off warning her, anymore. “Bianca, she’s upset with me primarily because of you. I can’t see how speaking with you is going to be any better than speaking with me. Going to see her now...It’s like walking into a balverine den. Please, this is a bad idea.” Bianca smiled faintly, the two coming to a stop by the bedroom door. She looked up into his eyes, gently saying “I’ve dealt with balverines, before. I will be fine. I’m just going to speak with her, and see if I can’t come to some sort of solution...” Timoteo wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted to warn her again, he wanted to ask her to stay, he wanted to offer to go with her, all at once.
Before he could decide what to say, she rested a hand on his chest, came closer to him, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Meeting his eyes tenderly, she said “I’m not going to leave her be until we come to a solution. I want to speak plainly with her...Now that she’s told you how she feels about you, maybe she and I can speak more openly about why she acts the way she does. Maybe I can put a stop to it.” “...Be careful. She’s...Unsettled, right now.” He simply warned. Bianca nodded lightly, softly saying “I promise.” He slowly took a step back, watching her open the bedroom door, Bianca quietly closing the door behind herself.
Bianca walked up to Darrah’s bedroom door, raising a hand, knocking at it lightly. She waited several moments, getting no answer, nobody coming to open the door. She knocked again, saying “Darrah?” She still received no answer. Bianca took in a little breath, releasing it in a soft sigh. She grabbed the doorknob, turned, and quietly pushed the door open. The room was dark, the curtains drawn over the windows, the balcony door closed. Bianca, used to dark environments, could easily spot the figure lying still in the bed nearby. She almost turned and left, finding it terribly rude to interrupt anyone’s sleep for any reason. She pressed on however, knowing that the issue facing the three of them needed to be addressed, right then and there. She stepped through the doorway, quietly shutting the door behind herself. She approached the bed, her eyes glued on Darrah, watching her rest quietly. She must have already been asleep; if she were merely attempting to sleep, she surely would’ve reacted to her visitor, by now.
Bianca walked up to the bed, standing by it’s side. “...Darrah?...” Bianca lightly said. Darrah didn’t react. Bianca slowly sat down on the edge of Darrah’s bed, repeating her name. She still didn’t react. Darrah was lying on her left side, curled up in a bit of a ball under her soft bed sheets, her back turned to Bianca. Bianca reached over, lightly resting her hand over Darrah’s right arm. “Dar-” Darrah suddenly and violently shrugged Bianca’s hand away. Bianca’s eyes went a little wide with surprise when she realized that Darrah had, in fact, been awake the whole time. Bianca was quiet for a few moments before she lightly said “Darrah, speak to me...” “Fine. What are you doing here? Did Tim send you?” Darrah coldly snapped out, not turning to look at Bianca. “No...In fact, he encouraged me to avoid you. I came here because I thought I should.” Bianca softly responded. Darrah slowly began to turn to look at Bianca, her voice oozing hatred as she slowly said “To do what?! Gloat? Mock me? You beat me, Bianca. Congratulations.”
Bianca was a little stunned. Did Darrah honestly believe Bianca would do such a thing? What made her think that? Had Bianca ever once mocked Darrah, over anything at all? Darrah sat up near her pillows, glaring at Bianca with such darkness that her eyes could snuff out a flame. Her bed sheets slipped down her body to her waist, Darrah apparently too angry to realize that her bra was on display. Bianca looked at Darrah with a touch of disappointment. “No, Darrah...I would never mock you. The fact that you think I would just goes to show how poor our relationship is.” “Relationship?” Darrah repeated, her face twisting up with rage. “You stole Timoteo from me! I had put in years of effort, trying to make him like me, trying to make him see that I wanted him, trying my damnedest to get close to him, and then you swooped in and snatched him away from me!” “I-” “You were gone for years after killing a fellow Guild member, for Avo’s sake! Then you just show up out of the blue, and in a couple of days, you two are fooling around behind my back! What the hell made you think you had the right to just dash all my work away?!” Darrah said, nearly shouting.
Bianca was quiet for a second before she quietly said “I wanted him for years too, Darrah...I thought about him just about every day of my exile. I had no intentions of stealing him from you...I didn’t even know you wanted him, at the time. I’m sorry.” Darrah clenched her hands into fists, speaking through grit teeth as she hissed out “It’s too late. You’ve wormed your way into his heart. You’ve...You’ve just totally undone everything I ever did with him, every dream I ever had involving him. Sorry won’t cut it. He’s the only man I ever wanted, and now, I can never have him...It’s not fair.” “...You’re right. It isn’t fair.” Bianca quietly said, looking away from Darrah. Darrah, panting a little with anger, said “How is it even possible, anyway? After all that time, after all my efforts, how could you get him to love you after seeing him for just a few days? What the hell is it about you that he likes so much? Does he have a fetish for girls with evil moralities?”
“I doubt that’s it.” Bianca merely said. “Then what, your curves? That’s it, isn’t it?” Darrah snapped out. Bianca didn’t respond, right away. Quietly, she eventually said “...It’s likely because I’m kind to him, and respect him.” Darrah’s eyes went a little wide, her breathing quickening. She started to shake with rage. “What did you just say to me?” She muttered out, dangerously. Bianca turned and looked at Darrah again, saying “Darrah, I’m not leaving here until we can come to a solution. You may not believe this, but I want to be your friend...I want us to get along. How many times must I apologize before you forgive me for anything wrong you feel I’ve done?” “Words won’t cut it!!” Darrah angrily shouted. Bianca looked away from Darrah again, looking out across the room, her hands over her knees. They both fell silent for what felt like a very long, very uncomfortable, span of time. Darrah never ordered Bianca to leave, which gave Bianca some small shred of hope.
If Darrah wasn’t trying to make her leave, it may have been because she was hoping for a solution, too. “...It’s not fair that you get to have him. I worked harder for him. I should be the one that can love him.” Darrah said, sounding a little calmer, but still as hateful. Bianca didn’t say anything, worried she would just utter something to incur Darrah’s wrath. “...What can we do to fix things? How can we make things right, Darrah?” Bianca asked, after close to a minute of silence. Darrah didn’t need to think long before she responded. “We can’t fix things. You’ve already left your mark on him. I can never have him...” “I don’t believe we can’t work things out. We just need to talk...” “We’re talking now, aren’t we?” Darrah barked back. “You’re angry, and I understand why...But-” “I have a right to be angry! Do you even realize how underhanded you are, to take him from me like that?” Darrah loudly said.
Bianca was silent for several seconds. There was only so much verbal abuse she could take from Darrah before every response she imagined became an angry one. She stared out across the room, her face slowly turning cold, her eyes turning a bit angry. “And then you come here, to my room, and try to make me put a smile on? Try to make me all happy and sunshine so you can feel better about yourself while you’re in bed with him?!” Darrah coldly said. The low blow pushed Bianca over the edge. Bianca slowly clenched her hands into fists, quietly saying “Maybe if you hadn’t been so mean with him, he would’ve liked you. Maybe if you hadn’t tried bullying him, you could’ve taken his heart before I did. All I did was treat him the way he deserved to be treated.” Darrah’s eyes went a touch wide. Tears swam in her eyes as she saw red. She scrambled out from under the covers of her bed, brutally tackling into Bianca from behind, slamming her down to the floor.
Lying over Bianca’s back, trapping her down against her chest, Darrah grabbed a fistful of Bianca’s hair, savagely yanking her head back. Bianca stifled a cry of pain, shutting her eyes tight. Darrah slammed Bianca’s face down against the floor, stunning her, bashing her nose against the floor. Darrah got up on a knee, flipping Bianca over. Getting over her on her knees, straddling her, she shocked Bianca when she grabbed her by her throat with both hands. Digging her thumbs into Bianca’s throat, she squeezed as hard as she could. Bianca’s eyes went a little wide, the young woman completely unable to breathe. She struggled, grabbing at Darrah’s wrists, trying desperately to pry her hands away. Darrah’s cheeks were streaked with moisture, and despite the rage on her face, her eyes were confused, as if her own actions were out of her control, or she were unsure about what she was doing. Bianca let out a little choked sound, her head going light. Her vision began to darken as unconsciousness began to come over her.
Darrah was going to kill her.
Darrah wasn’t stopping, Bianca was fighting for oxygen, but Darrah kept putting pressure on her throat. Bianca’s eyes filled with tears as she let out another little choked sound. She raised up a hand towards Darrah’s face. Bianca let out a blast of Force Push, the magic striking Darrah directly under her chin, throwing her head back. Darrah released Bianca’s throat, pushed back until she slammed against the edge of her bed. Bianca took in immense gasp after gasp, and despite feeling weak, she scrambled back from Darrah, bringing a hand to her throat. Her throat was burning with pain, her head becoming sore. “Y-You...I can’t believe you just...” Bianca breathed out. Her expression wasn’t angry in the slightest, she merely looked shocked and hurt. How Darrah reacted only shocked her further. Instead of trying to attack her more or looking at her with anger, Darrah merely sat where Bianca had knocked her, her knees to her chest.
She had her hands raised to her face, her palms pressing against her forehead, her fingers digging into her hair. Her eyes closed, tears rushed down from her eyes, her bottom lip trembling like mad. “I’m sorry...I...I didn’t...!” She barely said. Darrah let out a sob, taking in a sniffling breath as she said “Please, just hate me!...Just hate me, I deserve it!...” Darrah sobbed again, breaking down, weeping pitifully. Bianca coughed gently, lowering her hand from her bruising throat. She slowly crawled towards Darrah, saying “No...I refuse...I’m not going to hate you, Darrah...” Darrah put her forehead to her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs. “Why can’t you j-just hate me? What’s wrong with you?!” She cried out. Bianca came up to Darrah, getting on her left side, sitting on her knees beside her. “Why couldn’t I get him?...Why couldn’t I make him like me?...Avo, I’m so stupid...” Darrah said, slipping into a pit of self-hatred once more.
Bianca wrapped her arms around Darrah, hugging her close to her body. She couldn’t bring herself to be angry with Darrah. She was starting to see what Timoteo knew about Darrah; under the majority of her anger, if not all of it, there was merely sadness. Underneath her hate for Bianca, there was simply hatred for herself. She was hurting, and had been for a very long time. Bianca wondered what she would’ve been like if she had never been able to love Timoteo, and it made her feel nothing short of full sympathy for Darrah. “Why don’t you hate me?...” Darrah tearfully whispered. “Because I care about you...I want to be your friend.” “...Even after...?” “Yes...I spurred you on. I made you do that...” Bianca softly said. Hearing Bianca accept the blame for Darrah trying to strangle her made Darrah’s throat tighten up too much for her to speak, Darrah simply beginning to weep like an infant. Bianca hugged her close for several moments before gently saying “Let’s get off the floor...It’s alright, I’m here for you...”
Darrah didn’t say anything, but she didn’t move. Bianca stood up and, slowly, lightly, began to guide Darrah’s body. Standing her up, she crawled on the bed with her, bringing Darrah over it with her. Bianca sat close to Darrah’s side, her right arm behind her and around her shoulders, the other arm in front of her and around her waist. Darrah hung her head down, still crying. Bianca said nothing, holding Darrah as she wept. After several minutes, Darrah’s flow of tears began to calm. Bianca raised her hand from Darrah’s shoulder, running it down the side of her head in an affectionate, and almost motherly, way. “I want us to speak candidly, Darrah...You love Timoteo. Yes?” Darrah slowly nodded, not looking at Bianca, her red, puffy eyes down on her legs. Bianca lightly said “Well...I love him, too.” “I know you do...I d-don’t doubt that.” Darrah said, her jaw chattering a little from her outburst of tears. Darrah looked over in Bianca’s direction, her eyes not meeting Bianca’s form, still looking off into space.
“Bianca, do you...Really care about me? You refuse to hate me...Though, you should...” Bianca nodded gently, smiling a little. “I do care about you, and so does Tim...He didn’t mean to hurt you when he asked you how you felt, he thought it would help. He’s worried about you, he feels bad about what happened...” Darrah’s eyes became watery again as she said “I’m s-sorry about...Your throat...” Bianca stroked her hand down the side of Darrah’s head again, murmuring out “It’s okay, I’ll be fine...I’m sorry for suggesting you don’t treat Tim well, at all. I know you care about him...And I know he enjoyed his time up here with you, before those bandits attacked.” Darrah bit at her bottom lip, taking in a shaky breath, steadying herself before she began to cry, again. Darrah was silent for a few moments before she lightly said “Okay, well...So...We both love Tim. Only one of us can have him, right? And...He chose you. Doesn’t m-matter whether I think it’s fair, or not. I hate it, regardless...”
“So, how can we fix it?” Bianca lightly asked. Darrah’s eyes barely flickered to Bianca’s face before she looked away, again. “...I don’t know.” She mumbled. Bianca knew something was on Darrah’s mind, but she was choosing to keep it to herself. “I think you deserve to be happy, Darrah...” Bianca whispered out. Darrah looked over in Bianca’s direction again, her eyes a little surprised. Bianca began to lean Darrah over, Darrah’s face going stunned when Bianca brought Darrah’s head under her chin, letting Darrah press the side of her face to Bianca’s collar bones. Resting her chin down on Darrah’s head, she rubbed along her shoulder. Confused, Darrah said “What’re you doing?” Bianca’s eyes began to sting. Tears ran into them. Otherwise remarkably in control of herself, her mouth hung open a crack for a second or two before she quietly said “I...Lost my mother just a day or two ago. She was a wretched woman, and she deserved to die even more painfully than she did...”
Bianca’s voice started to go tiny, her emotions tightening her throat up a little. “...But as much as I hated her, I can’t deny that she was my mother...Now, both my parents are gone. I’ve had few friends over my life, mostly just you and the others, from the Guild...And I didn’t even get to know any of you before I had to leave. I regretted that, in Darkwood...I missed having people around my age. But, that means that the few friends I have are precious to me, and I would do anything to keep them...I’ve lost my parents, and most of my life, thanks to my hunt for Octavia...I’ve lost enough. I don’t want to lose you, too...” Darrah was silent. A few tears rolled down Bianca’s cheeks as she quietly said “I want to start living...I want peace. Can we please be friends?...I don’t hate you, and I never will...I just want us to get along...”
Darrah slowly pulled away from Bianca’s embrace, sitting up straight. Bianca rapidly blinked a few times, her heart sinking, thinking Darrah was rejecting her final plea. Darrah looked at Bianca’s face, seeing her tears, seeing the genuine emotion coming from her. She didn’t breathe, for a few seconds. Bianca avoided looking at her eyes, her red eyes off to the side. Darrah took in a light breath, gently exhaling out a simple “Yes”. Bianca looked at her again, a little surprised. Darrah smiled a little, feeling an unusual sense of relief well up in her chest. Trying to let go of her anger felt right, it felt good. She came closer again, wrapping her arms around Bianca’s shoulders, hugging her close. Bianca smiled a little, closing her eyes, hugging Darrah back, wrapping her arms around her waist.
They had embraced for several moments before slowly releasing each other. When they did, Bianca was still smiling, but she noticed that Darrah’s expression had turned a little apprehensive. “Erm...Bianca...This...This doesn’t exactly change what hurts me, you know...” She met Bianca’s eyes, quietly saying “...I still want Timoteo. I’ve loved him for a...Well, years, by now. I want him...I’ve worked a long time, to get him. You two are together...Which means I can’t be with him.” Bianca gently raised her right eyebrow, murmuring out “So...What do you propose? Are you asking me to leave Timoteo?” Darrah shook her head gently. “No, no...” She said, looking downwards. “Even if I could make myself stop loving him, I wouldn’t...And I can’t make him stop loving me, even if I were to leave him.” Bianca lightly added.
Darrah screwed her eyes shut tight for a moment, speaking with surprising faintness as she said “No, stop it. That’s not what I meant. I wouldn’t ask you to leave him for me, that wouldn’t work. That’s like the old situation where two guys fight for a girl...Doesn’t matter who wins, she’s already chosen who she likes. Even if the other guy wins the fight, she just doesn’t like him, it’s not going to suddenly change how she feels.” “Alright...” Bianca simply replied. Darrah was quiet for several seconds before her mouth hung open a little. “It’s...It’s stupid. I don’t even want to say it...You wouldn’t go for it. Timoteo might like it...Or not. Which would hurt, actually.” Darrah hastily said, rapidly blinking a few times, looking off to the side. Bianca cocked her head to the side, looking at Darrah curiously. She began to suspect what Darrah was thinking of. The main dilemma Darrah was facing, after all, was that Bianca was with Timoteo.
That meant that Darrah couldn’t be with him, like she wanted. That, of course, followed a rule stating that only one or the other could be with him. If that rule were eliminated, they could both potentially get their heart’s desire. “Are you...Thinking of...?” Bianca slowly said. Darrah barely met her eyes, her face turning a little ashamed, a little embarrassed. Bianca looked downwards, quietly saying “...I don’t know...I...I don’t know. I’m not sure I’d be comfortable with that.” “You...Want Tim all to yourself?” Darrah lightly asked, her eyes turning a bit desperate. Bianca began to look a little ashamed, too, as she mumbled out “...It sounds selfish, when you put it that way...” Darrah shrugged weakly, pathetically. Quietly, she said “No, I understand...I’m not so sure I’d be comfortable with it, either...I was just...Looking at all the options.” She mumbled, her chin quivering lightly. Bianca reached over, resting her hands on Darrah’s shoulders, looking at her sympathetically.
Darrah took in a breath, steadying herself again. She blinked a few times, looking off to the side, saying “L-Listen, I know you don’t want to entertain this line of thought, and T-Tim should be here for this kind of conversation, anyway...So...I’ll drop it.” Bianca nodded a little, beginning to feel guilt weigh her heart down. Was keeping Timoteo exclusively her own aggravating the problem with Darrah? Was wanting to be the only woman in his life only perpetuating Darrah’s pain? If she and Darrah could get along, and Timoteo, of course, was open to the idea, would sharing him be a conflict? Bianca shut her eyes. Yes. It was a problem to her. She could think about it and try to make it acceptable, but she knew that, were she faced with the reality of it, she wouldn’t be able to go along with it. The only woman Timoteo had been with was her, and that’s how she wanted it; the quality was almost sacred, it was special.
That they were each other’s first lover, only lover, made their relationship seem all the more immaculate. Bianca opened her eyes a crack, seeing the torment in Darrah, how she suffered so to see them together. Had Bianca really stolen Timoteo from her? Had she really undone years of effort? Bianca wondered how she would feel if Darrah had somehow kept her from ever finding Octavia, after wishing to track her down for years on end. Had Bianca truly made Darrah feel like that? “Darrah, are you...H-Have you ever lain with a man, before?” Bianca asked, hesitantly. Darrah looked at Bianca with confusion, quietly asking “What difference does it make, whether I have or haven’t?” “It’s important...Are you still a virgin?” Bianca softly replied. Darrah nodded twice, mumbling out “Yeah...I had a few boyfriends at the Guild, but things never worked out. The relationships never went that far. Mostly, I didn’t even really like the other guys...I was always either trying to take my mind off of Tim, or just make him jealous so he’d actually come after me. I had hoped we could have our first times together...But...”
Sniffling, she barely said “Now, that’ll never happen...It can never happen...” Bianca felt guilty again. A small part of her, a little angrily, thought that it was wrong of Darrah to have hated her so much. After all, Bianca had wanted Timoteo for years, too, and would have been likewise hurt to see him again after years in the arms of another woman. If Timoteo hadn’t fallen for Darrah earlier on, it must’ve simply been because they had no chemistry, and nothing would ever happen between them. If Timoteo had been attracted to her, surely he would’ve made a move for her affection years ago. But the rest of her could understand Darrah’s pain, Bianca could put herself in Darrah’s shoes and imagine her suffering. It really wasn’t fair, was it? Bianca hadn’t intended to hurt her, but that changed very little. Darrah had had trouble showing her affection, and bullied Timoteo for his attention, since it was an easy way for her to interact with him. Even if it would achieve the exact opposite of what she wanted, it was still a way for her to communicate with him.
Those “efforts” of her’s could’ve only hurt her. She must’ve hated to see him get angry with her, she must’ve hated physically hurting him during training. Above all, she must’ve been in silent agony, wondering why he couldn’t see beneath her behaviour to the heart that beat for him. She couldn’t bring herself to act any other way, leaving her in constant conflict. And after such a long struggle, there had been no reward or relief, thanks to Bianca’s return. Desperate, Darrah was even willing to accept Bianca being with Timoteo, she just craved being a part of the passion. It obviously hurt her to think that Timoteo’s virginity had been given to another, but it didn’t change how she loved him, how she wanted to be with him...And Bianca was refusing her. Was she just kicking Darrah while she was down? Darrah lightly shook her head for a moment before saying “I’ve got a massive headache, now...I’m crying too damn much. I really need to sleep...”
Bianca nodded silently, taking her hands from Darrah, beginning to get up from the bed. She stood by the side of the bed, turning to look at Darrah, quietly saying “Do you want to talk more in the morning?...I’m here for you. I want to help, any way I can...” Darrah nodded faintly, saying “Okay...Maybe Tim should be there, too...Just to...” She trailed off. Bianca simply nodded. “I’ll talk to him tonight, about what we’ve spoken of.” She merely said. Darrah nodded gently, whispering out a “Thank you” before sluggishly beginning to crawl under her bed sheets. Bianca slowly turned and walked away, quietly departing from the shadowy room, shutting the door behind herself without a sound.
Gibbons and Marilyn walked through the halls of the Witchwood Arena, speaking in hushed tones. Numerous other League members walked the tall, sandstone hallways. At one time, there had been tall statues of old Arena champions on either side of the hall, but the League had long done away with any and all references to Heroes within the building. “...Remember to keep watch for any letters or messages from Hook Coast. If a courier comes with a single letter, it’s probably really important. It should go to the auxiliary archive...” Gibbons quietly said, glancing over at Marilyn. She nodded, understanding his code. There was no auxiliary archive, or anything of the sort. He was merely reminding her not to let any correspondence from Hook Coast through, in case they were warnings about Alexander’s army attacking the bandit, Benedict. As they walked through a doorway at the end of the hall, heading around a corner and entering a smaller hallway, a few doorways on either side of the hall.
As they passed by a doorway, Gibbons’ brow twitched downwards, his eyes narrowing a little. He came to an abrupt stop, Marilyn slowing down after a few steps, looking back at him with confusion. “What?” She asked. Gibbons looked over his shoulder, looking to the doorway they had gone by. He had caught a glimpse of the man standing there, enough to make him realize he had been watching. The man was still standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes glued on Gibbons, not trying to disguise the suspicion on his face. Marilyn noticed the man, frowning a little at the look he was giving Gibbons. The man was dressed in the usual attire of League members, wearing his dark wool coat undone, showing off the dark red shirt he wore underneath. His pants were black and looked silky smooth, the man wearing fancy, expensive dress pants. His shoes were black and buffed to a shine, a golden ring glinting on the man’s left middle finger, a visible little ruby set into it.
His hair was blonde and parted in the middle, his bangs coming down over his forehead in curly locks. His eyes were a dark green, a bit of brown mingling in around the edges. Gibbons stared back at the man for a moment before, coolly, he said “I don’t believe we’ve met.” The man took in a light breath, sighing out “No, we haven’t. But I’ve heard a bit about you, mister Avery House...And you too, miss Sarah Valentine.” “Have you, now?” Marilyn said, raising an eyebrow with bored curiosity. The man smiled faintly, saying “Seems like half the missions you go on end up with every other League member or supporter dead, in one way or another. Every single one of them. Isn’t that unusual?” “Not particularly. The rebels are still out there, and Albion is a dangerous place, in general.” Gibbons calmly stated. “Yes, of course...Conveniently enough.” The man said, narrowing his eyes a little. Gibbons took a few steps towards the man, his expression turning a little annoyed as he said “Just who are you, anyway? I’d like to know who I should avoid assisting on high-risk assignments.”
The man smirked and held back a little chuckle. “I’m Elijah, and I’m watching the two of you. I know something’s going on, the reasons you always give are transparent. Sure, the proof is there, but...Too many die on your watch. It’s not just coincidence, at this point.” “Nobody else seems to agree with you.” Gibbons flatly said, raising his eyebrows in a somewhat mocking manner. Elijah half-smiled for a moment, uncrossed his arms from his chest and began to walk down the hallway, heading the way they had come. “Just remember, I’ve got my eye on the two of you.” He warningly said, over his shoulder. “Get a life.” Marilyn taunted, smiling a little.
Elijah chuckled to himself, not responding, simply disappearing around the corner in the hallway. Gibbons looked at Marilyn, raising an eyebrow slightly. Marilyn looked at him with slightly wide eyes, silently mouthing the words “What do we do about him?” Gibbons nodded off to the side, towards one of the doorways in the hallway. It had once been a housing room for the Arena administration to hold on to their creatures, but had been repurposed by the League, along with most other holding rooms, into private quarters for their members. Marilyn nodded, following beside him as they disappeared into their dormitory-styled room, together.
Bianca walked back to her and Timoteo’s room, finding he had departed. “He must’ve gone for dinner...” She thought, a little grumble from her tummy making her wish she could join him. She sat over their bed, trying to read to pass the time until his return, but she found herself thinking too much about Darrah to be able to concentrate. She ended up sitting there, simply thinking, wondering how to even begin when he returned. The very moment she heard the doorknob turn, she got up from the bed, looking over anxiously. Timoteo walked in, a large tray of food in his hands, a servant having opened the door for him, quickly and quietly shutting the door behind him. He smiled at her, heading towards the table with the couches on either side of it, saying “I tried not to take long, I’ve got a lot of stuff, here...” “Tim...About my talk with Darrah...” He rested the tray down over the table, Bianca’s eyes hungrily drifting to it. There was a platter filled with big hunks of cooked meat, juicy and fresh.
Beside it, a plate of cooked potatoes, drizzled generously with melted butter. By that, there was a tankard of ale, along with a glass of water. “Yes, sorry...I’m just distracted. I had to get a cup of water, I didn’t think you’d want the ale. I might drink it, though...I think it helps you fall asleep, easier. I hate the taste, but...Well, maybe it’ll help me take my mind off of...” Bianca walked towards him, gently saying “I don’t think you’ll have to worry, anymore. Darrah and I...I think we reached an understanding. I think she’s ready to let me be her friend, now...” Timoteo turned to her, his face surprised. His eyebrows raised, his eyes a little wide, he said “What? How did you do it?” Bianca took in a little breath, looking off to the side slightly as she said “Well...” Before she could continue, his eyes fell to her throat, noticing the discolouration in her pale skin. His brow spiked downwards, Timoteo blinking once or twice with confusion.
He stepped closer to her, sounding shocked as he said “Avo, your throat! What the hell happened?” Bianca paused. She had forgotten all about her throat, it had stopped paining her not long ago. “W-Well...Darrah, she...Um...” Bianca mumbled, not sure how to make Timoteo understand what had happened without painting Darrah as completely in the wrong. “Darrah did that to you?!” He loudly asked, outraged. His jaw went tight. He started to shake with rage, his hands clenched tight into fists. Bianca was a little speechless for a moment, stunned at seeing him so angry, needing a few seconds to gather her thoughts. “It’s a long story, please, just let me explain...Let’s take a seat on the bed...And, thank you for the food, I was getting rather hungry...” Timoteo took in a little breath, but he was still fuming. “I swear to Avo, I’m gonna...” He muttered out. Bianca reached over, taking his hands in her’s, soothingly saying “Please, Tim...Let me explain. She didn’t do it without provocation...”
He looked at her with confusion. He let her guide him over to the bed, sitting down on the edge with her. She began to explain what she could remember about her encounter with Darrah; the oddest thing was, she could remember little of what the two had actually said. She could only remember bits and pieces here and there, despite the encounter having occurred not all that long before. Bianca attributed this to the emotions flaring during the event, clouding her in the moment, subduing her ability to commit the event to memory as it unfolded. She stressed that she had provoked Darrah, and while she hadn’t expected Darrah to choke her, Darrah hadn’t attacked her for no reason whatsoever. Timoteo believed her, but he still viewed Darrah as completely in the wrong, Bianca defending her and condemning herself couldn’t change that. Bianca explained how Darrah broke down shortly after her attack, and how she had comforted her.
As she was unable to remember every word spoken, she merely said that she believed she and Darrah had gained a new understanding of each other, a new familiarity. Perhaps, now, being friends was realistically possible. She hesitated just before she got to the end of the ordeal. She wasn’t sure how to put it in words. He noticed she was having difficulty explaining something, saying “There’s something else, isn’t there? What else happened? Don’t tell me she suddenly turned bitter and ordered you out of your room. I already have to have a word with her about her little strangling fit.” Bianca shook her head gently, saying “No, no...It’s just...Well, Darrah became desperate enough that...She started considering all options.”
“Er...What do you mean?” Timoteo slowly asked, looking at her with curiosity, bracing himself for some dramatic piece of news. Bianca raised a hand, nervously smoothing some of her bangs behind an ear, mumbling out “Well...Y-You know...Relationship options.” Timoteo looked at her blankly, not able to respond for a few seconds. “...You don’t mean she’s thinking about...Girls, do you?” He asked, incredulous. Bianca looked at him for a moment, no expression on her face, her eyes surprised. She smiled faintly with amusement, shook her head, closing her eyes for a second as she said “No, no...That’s not what I meant.” “Oh, good. Would’ve struck me as a little odd.” Timoteo said, with a touch of relief.
Bianca smiled more for a moment before it faded away. “No, she meant...Ah...The two of us, with you...At the same time.” Timoteo looked at her with evident surprise. His face devoid of discernable emotions, he stared at her for a moment before looking off to the side. “Wow...Uh...” He quietly uttered, trailing off. A second later, he had collected himself enough to speak. “I had never thought of that...To be honest, the idea worries me a little, for more than the practical reasons. Making love to just you can be draining, as it is...And, well...” He glanced at her, stammering out “B-Besides, it’s not right. It’s just...Not right. Three people in a relationship? H-How would that work? I love you. I care about Darrah a great deal, yes, and...At one time, it could’ve even become something deeper, but...” He shook his head lightly, saying “It wouldn’t be fair to you. It wouldn’t be fair to Darrah.” Bianca nodded gently, softly saying “I think I’m starting to understand what you see in Darrah, however...Underneath it all, she’s just hurting. She needs someone else to help her...Right?”
Timoteo nodded lightly in confirmation. “Have you ever been interested in her...Romantically?” Bianca slowly asked. Timoteo seemed unsure how to respond, looking at her uncomfortably. Bianca smiled gently, murmuring out “It’s alright...I know you and her have had a conflicting relationship.” “Well...When I was younger. Things got weird between us, at one point. I’d be lying if I said I never thought of her that way, during that period.” He quietly admitted. Bianca nodded gently, not hurt or jealous in the slightest. “She made it a point of making me understand that she had loved you for years...I think she said that all she ever wanted was you.” Bianca quietly said. Timoteo looked at her with sudden curiosity, asking “Well, how about you? Are you okay with the idea of a relationship with three people? I mean, it takes away the privacy, the exclusive intimacy...The bond. With two people, it would be...Quieter, if that makes sense.”
Bianca thought for a moment before shaking her head. “No, I’m not comfortable with it...I agree, it takes away the special connection...” Bianca sighed lightly, her face becoming weary, depressed. “I just wish there was something I could do to make Darrah feel better...She’s suffering. I’ll have to think...” “Perhaps...She needs another man to take her attention. Someone who wants her love.” Timoteo lightly suggested, raising his eyebrows, shrugging gently. “I’m not sure that would work. You know how stubborn Darrah is.” Bianca said, with a touch of amusement. Timoteo sighed slightly, looking off to the side, saying “Yeah, you’re right. If Darrah’s been fixated on me for this long, she’s not liable to stop any time soon. But getting into a relationship with her, too, sounds like it’d just cause more problems than it’d solve.” “Besides...It might not even ease Darrah’s pain. She wants you, yes...But she would like to be with you alone, if possible. And...She wanted your virginity. She believes I robbed her of the chance for the two of you to have your first experiences, together.”
“Robbed?” He disbelievingly repeated, a little smile on his face. A bit of pink entered Bianca’s cheeks, though she said nothing, smiling a bit, too. Bianca’s belly growled, making Timoteo lean over towards her, surprising her with a kiss. “Go on and eat, before the food gets cold. Anything you can’t finish, I’ll take care of.” He warmly said, smiling happily at her. Bianca smiled a little, cooing out “Okay...I don’t think I’ll take long.” Timoteo smiled a little more, watching her stand up from the bed, walking over towards the nearby couches. As she ravenously ate up the food he had gotten, he took a look at the book she had been reading previously. He noticed with a smile that, by some incredible stroke of chance, she had ended up choosing the same book he had been reading during his stay at Darrah’s home, before Benedict’s bandits had attacked. Within a few minutes, Bianca had eaten her fill, finally getting around to try the ale Timoteo had gotten.
She frowned gently at the first sip, put the tankard down, and reached for the water, instead. Timoteo smiled with amusement, walking over, eating the rest of the meat and potatoes, feeling quite full, afterwards. He knew he’d have to guzzle the ale down just to manage drinking it, polishing off the tankard before stretching sleepily. Bianca, tiredly, slipped out of her clothes, getting into bed with a pleasant sigh. Timoteo smiled to himself, a naughty idea crossing him. Starting to undress as he walked over to the bed, he got nude before crawling into bed with her. He surprised her when he shifted her over, lying her on her back. She looked up at him just as he leaned over, kissing her passionately. Bianca cooed gently in her throat, kissing him back, reaching her hands up to his hips. After several kisses, he pulled back, pulling the bed sheets from them both, exposing them down to their ankles. He smiled widely at her, parting her legs far apart before getting between them.
“We’re all out of condoms...” She gently said, looking up at him with a pleasant smile, her eyes eager with desire. “I know. I had something else in mind...” He gently said, leaning over again, kissing her tummy. She trembled at the electric feeling, Timoteo kissing further down along her body. “You deserve this...After Darrah tried strangling you, I feel like licking you until you fall asleep...” He teasingly said. Bianca started to blush, about to say something when he pressed his lips to her mons, kissing her soft nether hair, sending a heavy shudder through her body. “Just relax...” He encouraged, bringing a hand to her tummy, rubbing along her soft skin. “Okay...” Bianca mumbled, feeling him press kisses to the insides of her thighs, teasing her further and further...
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