[ Hope that something else messes it up before you can.
Wynonna snorts, letting one hand lower to her side, the glass in her fingers nudging gently against her thigh, and lifts her eyebrows as she brings the other up for a swallow. If she plays her cards right, she'll be nicely toasted by the time she has to go back to the other cabin, and maybe it'll dull a little of everything she hasn't been able to escape feeling. ]
Coward. Mess it up yourself like a real man.
[ The words are mean, maybe, but there's a wryness to them that undercuts any real venom. And it's not like he can't hear her thoughts, how she knows it simply doesn't matter that she won't try to mess it up, to break this fragile thing she barely understands and which sometimes feels like the only shaky, unstable scaffolding she's got holding her up in this place that manages to be even worse than the Ghost River Triangle, which is really saying something—
Anyway. He's looking at the fire, and so is she, but she's not really seeing this fire, she's seeing a flickering combination of so many others: one she'd lit here, the day she and Edward stumbled in looking for any kind of safety; another that had kept them warm at the Lakeside cabin; a third that they'd built in desperation as the blizzard howled outside, before they even really knew each other at all.
So many of her memories of him are like that, tinged in the gentle smudged light of a fire's glow. If she closes her eyes, she could picture him on the couch in his old cabin, limned in firelight and achingly beautiful in a way she has no idea how to describe or even understand. It wasn't just the way he looked, it was everything she felt, and she feels it again now, sore and yearning. ]
He does have a soft heart.
[ It's absurd, is what it is. He's such a gentle soul, kind and reserved and shy, and absolutely no part of him is anything she's ever expected to want. Sometimes it makes her furious; he's so lame in so many ways, he'd ruin her rep if anyone from home ever came here, he's gentlemanly and polite and she still has no idea what it is he even sees in her. He's so soft-hearted it's stupid, and if anything or anyone hurt that too-tender heart of his she would eviscerate them without hesitation. Including herself. ]
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Wynonna snorts, letting one hand lower to her side, the glass in her fingers nudging gently against her thigh, and lifts her eyebrows as she brings the other up for a swallow. If she plays her cards right, she'll be nicely toasted by the time she has to go back to the other cabin, and maybe it'll dull a little of everything she hasn't been able to escape feeling. ]
Coward. Mess it up yourself like a real man.
[ The words are mean, maybe, but there's a wryness to them that undercuts any real venom. And it's not like he can't hear her thoughts, how she knows it simply doesn't matter that she won't try to mess it up, to break this fragile thing she barely understands and which sometimes feels like the only shaky, unstable scaffolding she's got holding her up in this place that manages to be even worse than the Ghost River Triangle, which is really saying something—
Anyway. He's looking at the fire, and so is she, but she's not really seeing this fire, she's seeing a flickering combination of so many others: one she'd lit here, the day she and Edward stumbled in looking for any kind of safety; another that had kept them warm at the Lakeside cabin; a third that they'd built in desperation as the blizzard howled outside, before they even really knew each other at all.
So many of her memories of him are like that, tinged in the gentle smudged light of a fire's glow. If she closes her eyes, she could picture him on the couch in his old cabin, limned in firelight and achingly beautiful in a way she has no idea how to describe or even understand. It wasn't just the way he looked, it was everything she felt, and she feels it again now, sore and yearning. ]
He does have a soft heart.
[ It's absurd, is what it is. He's such a gentle soul, kind and reserved and shy, and absolutely no part of him is anything she's ever expected to want. Sometimes it makes her furious; he's so lame in so many ways, he'd ruin her rep if anyone from home ever came here, he's gentlemanly and polite and she still has no idea what it is he even sees in her. He's so soft-hearted it's stupid, and if anything or anyone hurt that too-tender heart of his she would eviscerate them without hesitation. Including herself. ]
It's a huge problem, honestly.