morning dreams are just like memory.

[fidior]

who: Jhey's Freaks + YOU!
what: various catchall things, inbetween threads, backdated logs, etc.
when: December - February
where: various locations

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HMU TO PLOT A THING! @ HAGFISHS

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[fidior]

[ It's all much more talking than he's used to in one go — and again, there's a certain awareness that this is not exactly how things are done, with the... all the explaining and whatnot. But it's a requirement in this instance, that he conveys the meanings to her adequately enough. That he tells the significance of certain choices paired together, that he makes it known, doesn't leave room for doubt. (As he has historically done in the past....)

And then there are the red ones. And he has intentionally left them for last. He's watching Wynonna, he's breathing in the questions, and then he's taking a moment to answer them. The red, in particular, represent things that a man might never say aloud, not so directly. ]

Ah. Those represent... the passions. The romantic... desires. [ Dear lord. It's almost comical how nervous he is to voice all of this when he and Wynonna have engaged in... passions many times by now, of a variety. He's never behaved with such outward carnality in all of his life...! ]

....The deepmost affections. [ Beat, and then it comes softly, with one hand lifted to touch the edge of the wooden counter nearest him, fingers curling against it. Here, too, is another word that he's never voiced aloud, amongst so many others. But it doesn't rack his nerves quite as much as the others have, because his heart has known it for some time now, and accepts it with warm welcoming, like an old friend. He smiles, the gesture filling up his eyes, warming them to a richer brown. ]

Love.