For a while, I thought it was my sister... My older sister. Willa. Hanging around to remind me of all the ways I've fucked up... like I could forget.
[ Willa. She's talked more about Willa in the past few weeks than she had in the last decade and a half before. It's brought her sister back in dreams, the two of them walking through the long, golden grasses of the homestead. Giggling to each other late at night. Making promises neither of them were ever able to uphold. And sometimes Willa asks her what she's doing, why she'd left. How she could leave while one of the Seven is still breathing.
She wakes up from those dreams breathing hard and shaking, but she holds them close, anyway. It's the only way she can see her sister.
Wynonna turns around as he goes to stoke the fire, taking stock of the little cabin, then goes to set the bottle of bourbon on the table with a thunk of heavy glass on wood. ]
By the time I figured out it was me, it was already screwing with my head. I sat there in my cabin with the door open. Fire out. Didn’t care if I ate, if I slept, if I lived or died.
[ She slants a careful glance at him, then lifts the bottle again to twist the cap, gaze lowered. ]
Anyway, afterward – [ It's such a small word for everything that happened between the shadow clinging to her, draining her of everything that made her her, but it's all she's got. ] – I remembered. Your door was unlocked. Your fire was out.
[ The seal crackles, breaks, and the cap comes off in her hand. ]
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For a while, I thought it was my sister... My older sister. Willa. Hanging around to remind me of all the ways I've fucked up... like I could forget.
[ Willa. She's talked more about Willa in the past few weeks than she had in the last decade and a half before. It's brought her sister back in dreams, the two of them walking through the long, golden grasses of the homestead. Giggling to each other late at night. Making promises neither of them were ever able to uphold. And sometimes Willa asks her what she's doing, why she'd left. How she could leave while one of the Seven is still breathing.
She wakes up from those dreams breathing hard and shaking, but she holds them close, anyway. It's the only way she can see her sister.
Wynonna turns around as he goes to stoke the fire, taking stock of the little cabin, then goes to set the bottle of bourbon on the table with a thunk of heavy glass on wood. ]
By the time I figured out it was me, it was already screwing with my head. I sat there in my cabin with the door open. Fire out. Didn’t care if I ate, if I slept, if I lived or died.
[ She slants a careful glance at him, then lifts the bottle again to twist the cap, gaze lowered. ]
Anyway, afterward – [ It's such a small word for everything that happened between the shadow clinging to her, draining her of everything that made her her, but it's all she's got. ] – I remembered. Your door was unlocked. Your fire was out.
[ The seal crackles, breaks, and the cap comes off in her hand. ]
... you got any glasses?