The sun took a tale to the moon in the west

[pacificator]

Who: Wynonna Earp & others
What: Various activities around recovering from a gunshot wound
When: April
Where: bumming around Lakeside

Content Warnings: general Wynonna alcoholism CWs, talk of traumatic injury, others as they come up

[ starters in comments, will be adding throughout the month. hmu @ repeatandfade or blueofthebay @ disco to plot! ]

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[questioningmermaids]

[ March sucks air between his teeth, tsking. ]

Shit.

[ All that work for nothing. A glance at Wynonna and March's gaze is surprisingly lacking judgement. There's still worry he can't erase, though, seeping in whether he likes it or not. ]

Kinda says a lot about them, though. Mostly that they're not man enough. [ They're smart. Clever. But Wynonna knows that, and doesn't need to hear that shit, or how she failed, or any of that other crap that comes with the territory. She's probably already beating herself up. ]

Probably don't even have balls.

[pacificator]

[ It's such a relief when he doesn't yell, and he doesn't berate her, and he doesn't come out with some shit like if it were me—

All he does is heat the can up with that crazy fire power of his and empathize, and she's so grateful in this moment to have him in this stupid, horrible world with her that for a second her eyes actually sting with it.

That, and how much her arm aches, and how hungry she is, and how frustrating all this shit has been. ]

They definitely won't after I get my hands on them, anyway.

[questioningmermaids]

[ March shoots the other a look--unreadable to most, but he knows Wynonna can catch the nice aspect of it. ]

Well, stop. Be careful.

[ See? he's saying all the things he should. He's doing his job and lecturing her. He doesn't care and neither does she, and this is fully approved business, but no one can call him a liar if pressed that he told her to can it. It's a win-win. ]

Eat your beans and feel remorseful for those ball-having bullies.