Post by Ensign Tegan Mast on Nov 7, 2015 19:32:34 GMT -8
Tears. It had to be tears. Those small droplets of salt and water might as well have been made of arsenic for the damage they did to Tegan’s heart. Her hands nearly shook with the raw pain of regret in what she had just done to Tahp. Somehow, she needed to fix this. She tried to explain, tried to assure Tahp that this was not about her, but about Tegan. But it only seemed to make things worse.
"Wha-I do not understand."
Without turning back, Tegan spoke up. “It’s complicated. I—“ She really didn’t know how to explain.
"It's not me, it's you."
Tegan looked back at Tahp to understand, but all she could focus on was the look of intense anger in her eyes. “What?”
"Oldest line in history!"
“Tahp,” Tegan started up again. Tahp began to struggle with her bustier. Every movement she made just made the situation worse, both in her attire and in the ever-increasing tension of the room. Tegan hesitated at first, but forced her hands to move, and grasp onto Tahp's.
“Tahp, please stop.” She looked up into the Etimonian's eyes. She felt the sudden urge to kiss her again. Maybe it would make things better…for a little while. But what would really happen? Would she simply forestall Tahp’s pain? Or make it worse. No…it had to be the truth, whether painful or not.
“You need to understand…” Oh, not the tears. Tahp’s were bad enough. Adding her own would just make it all worse. She wiped her face and plowed on. “I don’t do…relationships.” She took another breath. “I just hurt people.”
She combed her fingers through her hair, and looked away from Tahp. Her lips creased into a sullen smile. “Looks like I did it anyway.”
“Please...don't hate me." Please.
Tag: Tahp
"Wha-I do not understand."
Without turning back, Tegan spoke up. “It’s complicated. I—“ She really didn’t know how to explain.
"It's not me, it's you."
Tegan looked back at Tahp to understand, but all she could focus on was the look of intense anger in her eyes. “What?”
"Oldest line in history!"
“Tahp,” Tegan started up again. Tahp began to struggle with her bustier. Every movement she made just made the situation worse, both in her attire and in the ever-increasing tension of the room. Tegan hesitated at first, but forced her hands to move, and grasp onto Tahp's.
“Tahp, please stop.” She looked up into the Etimonian's eyes. She felt the sudden urge to kiss her again. Maybe it would make things better…for a little while. But what would really happen? Would she simply forestall Tahp’s pain? Or make it worse. No…it had to be the truth, whether painful or not.
“You need to understand…” Oh, not the tears. Tahp’s were bad enough. Adding her own would just make it all worse. She wiped her face and plowed on. “I don’t do…relationships.” She took another breath. “I just hurt people.”
She combed her fingers through her hair, and looked away from Tahp. Her lips creased into a sullen smile. “Looks like I did it anyway.”
“Please...don't hate me." Please.
Tag: Tahp