elle marshall 🥃🏍 [wynonna earp] (peacemaker) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-05-22 21:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * laura, r: elle marshall |
WHO: Elle Marshall (& a sleeping Hunter)
WHEN: some night recently when she stayed over
WHERE: Hunter's bedroom
SUMMARY: Elle remembers a moment she shared with Doc in the woods that wasn't exactly rated G. :)
WARNINGS: This log doesn't go past kissing, though, lol.
She hadn’t expected to feel so much for revenants. That wasn’t how it was supposed to work. She was supposed to hate them. They were her family’s sworn enemies. They were the only things standing between her and a future free from the curse placed on her family so long ago. The two men clutched each other as Ambrose said his goodbye, and it took everything in her not to let her own tears fall. Maybe they had a point, she thought. Was vengeance hollow? Was this any sort of life, to live day by day waiting to be shot? Could she really break the curse? “I’m gonna count to three, okay?” Ambrose looked her right in the eyes and didn’t waver. “One.” Two gunshots sounded, and the ground opened up in flames at her and Doc’s feet. She chased Doc down afterwards, anger hot in their blood. He didn’t think they deserved mercy; she didn’t want to become hollow, incapable of empathy. She needed more than the anger that fueled him. She wanted to feel a sense of justice, a sense that she was doing the right thing, and not just what she needed to do to survive. “I need rules, Doc. A code. Otherwise I’ll end up just like you.” “Oh, stop kidding yourself, Wynonna. You are exactly like me.” He wasn’t wrong, and that was why she kissed him back. That was why she let him grab her hips, that was why she racked her hands through his hair and unhooked his belt. They were so much the same, and that was what drew her to him in the first place. He was a bad idea, but God, it felt so good. When the dream ended, Elle’s heart was pounding and she was out of breath. Her eyes flew opened wide. It wasn’t the first dream like that she’d ever had, but it was the first like that she’d had while in bed with someone. With someone who was decidedly not the man she’d dreamt about. After the conversations she’d seen on the network, she’d started to suspect that her own weren’t as dream-like as she’d always thought. Whoever the man she’d dreamt of was, she could still feel his hands on her body, could still feel his lips against her own. She lifted a hand to her lips and shivered. If she was this Wynonna person, and Waverly was Waverly, who was Doc? Elle turned her head in the dark and looked over at her boyfriend, sound asleep beside her. Was it Hunter? If it wasn’t, and it was someone else in town, what would she do? The thought stung, and she scooted closer to him slowly. “I love you,” she whispered. “I don’t care what I’m dreaming. It’s you I want. It’s you.” Would that still be true if she found Doc? What else would change? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. |