A hand on his shoulder, a woman behind him, curves pressed to his back. Her warm voice in his ear, breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck. “It’s gonna be all right, Teddy. I understand now. This world doesn’t belong to them. Belongs to us.”
Then, he opened his eyes and saw *her* in that cornflower blue dress, moving with a determined stride toward the white-haired man, pistol big and powerful in her delicate hand. He wasn’t sure who she was, only that she was so, so alive. A bright, delicate flutter of hope beat itself against the inside of his ribcage, but it dissolved before he could grab hold of the thing. He saw her, and something else ******** slid into place. *He* snapped into place. Like a ********* finding its *****. These words didn’t seem like anything to him.
At those words he feels the tremor of Wyatt’s laugh against his skin. It sends a cold sweat over his chest, and he shivers at the sudden unwelcome stab of fear, twisting uncomfortably with arousal, and he’s about to pull back when heat closes over him— her mouth.
Adult, post-season 1. I have such a fondness for poor Teddy, and this is such an intriguing look at him and Dolores – or is it Wyatt? (Not entirely season 2-compliant, but pretty close.)
I’m enjoying Westworld so far, and the romantic in me is very much rooting for the star-crossed lovers robots Dolores and Teddy. This vid captures both the beauty and the heartbreak of their story. Music by Raign.