w. earp (owndamnweapon) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-09-17 10:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | ₴ inactive: wynonna earp |
Who: Wynonna Earp
What: A brief narrative after a heavy memory dump
When: This morning, following this narrative
Where: Her and Doc's apartment
Warnings: Spoilers for the first half of season 4 of Wynonna Earp
There was nothing in particular that seemed to wake Wynonna up, the dream (or nightmare?) she’d been having coming to some sort of awful end with the click of the front door to the Homestead and Doc’s back the last thing she saw through blurred vision. Her eyes were sore though, cheeks raw and her pillow damp from tears that had barely stopped right before she’d come to. “Doc?” she murmured, but the bed was empty, his side of it already cool to the touch. The bittersweet heaviness that sat in her chest had settled in a way that felt new. It was different from the nightmares she’d had, and everything she’d dreamt was too… real. Everything playing out like a movie, except somehow she knew what she’d seen in her sleep had happened. She wasn’t sure how she knew it, but that was a feeling she couldn’t shake. The Garden was very real. And very cold. She’d made it there with Nicole’s help, she’d found Waverly and Doc and they’d all gotten back to Purgatory. But that was when it had all gone to shit, or more shit than usual, anyway. They’d missed 18 months somehow, Nedley had been missing and presumed dead, Jeremy was back with Black Badge and the Clanton’s… the Clanton’s. The anger she’d felt in her dreams hit her like bile in the back of her throat and a fresh wave of tears burned at her eyes. They wanted her dead and they wanted Alice, their daughter, for God knows what. Wynonna sniffled quietly and wiped the tears away before climbing out of the bed, walking through the quiet apartment. “Doc, where are you?” But it was too quiet. And too early for him to have left for any job he might have to do that day. Her alarm to get up for patrol duty hadn’t even gone off yet. As the silence greeted her, a sinking feeling took the place of the anger and she made her way back to the bedroom, turning on enough light to see that not all of his things were there. Some of his clothes were now missing, his hat, his gun belt… “Fuck.” The word came out in a sharp whisper, breath hitched with new tears, body sinking onto the edge of the bed with the weight of her heart breaking at the realization that he’d walked out on her in this world, too. No word, no note. Just gone, as he tended to do. |