blackbird

[tinakennxrd]

" we should grab some coffee together, sometime. " ( from bette)

@jcyfulmess

"sure, i'll give you my number," tina rummaged through her purse, perhaps a little too eagerly, grabbing a notebook and pen before scribbling her number in the corner of a page. she then ripped off the corner, though just as it seemed she was about to hand the piece of paper over, tina paused, chewing her bottom lip as she slowly raised her head. "could i just ask you one question? why did you kiss me last night?" her mind still lingered on the kiss they shared the night before, when tina returned to pick up her earring. the kiss of course, being the whole reason she decided to stop by the bette porter gallery this morning, yet again, without her boyfriend.

[tinakennxrd]

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ ( from bette)

@jcyfulmess

tina jumped, spinning on the spot to face bette, as bette’s very own shirt swivelled around tina’s creamy thighs. her long legs visible, for tina wore nothing save for the large shirt she’d stolen from bette’s drawer earlier this morning. a gasp, "you scared me...” before a clear sigh of relief, “...you’re like a panther,” and tina finally looked down at what she was wearing. “yeah, sorry, i uh, didn’t want to put on my dress from last night... it reeks of vodka,” tina half blushed, spatula in hand as eggs sizzled in the pan on the stove beside her. “i hope it’s okay, i didn’t want to wake you… you look so peaceful when you sleep.” 

[catasters]

[jcyfulmess]

tinakennxrd​.           𝒯𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝑒𝓃𝓃𝒶𝓇𝒹

welcome home

i’m not home.

that was her reply the moment bette suggested the idea that she was home. how could tina possibly feel at home? when for one, she was sleeping in the guest bedroom. and two, she was harbouring such a massive secret from bette. their baby - or perhaps, her baby - was currently growing inside her. 

the moment joyce wischnia came onto her, all tina wanted to do was surrender her anger for bette and go home. she was scared, and alone, and she wanted, no needed, the security and safety that bette provided. she’d cried herself to sleep that night, before showing up at bette’s doorstep. she hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep since sleeping on alice’s couch, or in a motel room. here, she knew she could finally rest.

after unpacking her things in the guest room, tina went to find bette. “i’m going to take a bath. i’m going to be a while. you don’t need the shower, do you?” she asked sharply, keeping up the terse façade she arrived on bette’s doorstep with.

       The grin on her face couldn’t be repressed the moment Tina strode in their house. It literally meant so much for Bette. She was back. Now that she’d be around, she’d need to keep her here and try to get her back. That wouldn’t be easy, but they loved each other. Bette was sure of it. She loved Tina so much, even though she had fucked up greatly… she would do anything to make her stay and change her mind. She wasn’t a compulsive cheater. 

“ Yes, sure… ”    her smile wouldn’t fade away, even when Tina was acting distant and cold.      “ You don’t have to ask me, this is your home too.”      Perhaps Joyce - her lawyer - had made it sound differently with the mortgage, but it was their home. Bette had paid it all for them. The both of them.     “ You know where things are.”

Bette was packing up her stuff, opposed to Tina unpacking.     “ Hum, Tina ? ”     Before the blonde disappeared completely,     “ I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be out of town for a couple of days. I’m going to New York, I’ve an important meeting with an investor. ”    Things could go back slowly to where it stopped right ?     “ And, also… I’m glad you’re back. I know this is not us getting back together, but I’m still relieved you’re here. I juste wanted to let you know. ”  

[tinakennxrd]

home. there was that word again. it certainly hadn’t felt like her home on all the occasions she had to sneak in to steal back her clothes. everything that night seemed foreign. the paintings on the wall, the furniture, even that familiar, homely smell, had become tainted. it was all so overwhelmingly bette, it had made tina feel physically sick. at least now, she could step inside without wanting to throw up.

the smile on bette's face didn't go unnoticed. tina wanted to ignore it, though at the same time it filled her with a twisted sense of warmth to know that bette was happy to see her. she shouldn't have been surprised that bette was pleased, though with everything that had happened between them to cause them to separate, tina needed that confirmation. "i just don't want you walking in on me," tina half rolled her eyes, if only to let bette know she wasn't asking for permission. her eyes then settled on the open carrry bag. she did not comment on it however, simply turning to leave the room before she was stopped on the way out.

tina paused, not wanting to face bette and her silly - pulling at her heart strings, making tina feel weak - smile. "when?" tina asked, turning around once she had steeled herself. "and i'm not back. this is only temporary, for alice’s sake. i'm not going to stop looking for another place to stay, so there's nothing to be relieved about. also, i don’t want james’ help searching for an apartment anymore. i’m not a charity case, bette."

[delucaxbishop]

[tinakennxrd]

@jcyfulmess

[tinakennxrd]

@jcyfulmess

welcome home

i’m not home.

that was her reply the moment bette suggested the idea that she was home. how could tina possibly feel at home? when for one, she was sleeping in the guest bedroom. and two, she was harbouring such a massive secret from bette. their baby - or perhaps, her baby - was currently growing inside of her. 

the moment joyce wischnia came onto her, all tina wanted to do was surrender her anger for bette and go home. she was scared, and alone, and she wanted, no needed, the security and safety that bette provided. she’d cried herself to sleep that night, before showing up at bette’s doorstep. she hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep since sleeping on alice’s couch, or in a motel room. here, she knew she could finally rest.

after unpacking her things in the guest room, tina went to find bette. “i’m going to take a bath. i’m going to be a while. you don’t need the shower, do you?” she asked sharply, keeping up the terse façade she had arrived on bette’s doorstep with.