By Vera Priscaleth
Author's Notes: This very small writing was written in September 2002, on a very boring weekend. I thought through the relantionship between Tseng and Elena and came up with some lyrics (NOTE, they're all by ME) and along them, a sort of POV fic. It's very strange, I know. Even I, myself, don't think this is how Tseng and Elena are, but it's all a matter of opinion, again. This is my story, I like to twist the Turks around, turn them inside out and see how their character's bend. I'm a freak, so sue me. Or read my other Turks-fictions and get the whole picture.
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"I am a tealeaf in the cold water that you fill your cup with.
And you never ask me anything.
Cold. She was cold. Even around him, she felt cold. Cold, yet willing, submissive, lusty. She'd do it, for him, anything, anything at all. Just a word. A click of his fingers and she'd obey. But nothing, he didn't even bother. She was astonished. He was amazing. She loved him.
And then she felt warm. All of the sudden. After the shock became the wonder, after the wonder became the admiration. The determination of "I'll show him what I'm made of". What was she made of? A doubt he loved someone else? She asked him. Unable to deny it, he turned away.
And I see you smiling, because you had a flower beside you
You see her but you don't see me.
She proved nothing to herself, but perhaps she proved something to him. He changed, along the way, he did. It was because of her, he was happier than ever - but she never found out.
Candle light fills the room and here I wrap in my dreams
In the gloom it's better, because you are elsewhere
Godforsaken tealeaf, without a hint of flavour.
I always thought there would be time for you to stay.
So her heart sang, hearing the sweet words flowing from his mouth, a question, an answer, a promise made. And she was happy. She was overwhelmed, excited, in love.
No longer just a tealeaf, flowing alongside your cold water.
Now I'm better than a tealeaf, I'm your best friend's coffee..
His murder was unforgivable, she thought. Someone had to be punished. Her rage was only settled, when she kissed the lips of another man. A sensation, but it was too late. And it wasn't him. He was gone -- she realised eternity never felt so long.
I miss being the tealeaf, in your ice-cold water.