elle marshall đ„đ [wynonna earp] (peacemaker) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-01-07 22:55:00 |
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With a forecast in the upper 50s (in January, no less), Elle took the day off to drive west into the mountains. Her dreams of Wynonna and of Purgatory often left a sour taste in her mouth. Most of them were so intense that she didnât feel rested afterwards, or were so stark and lonely that she felt the same empty pit in her stomach that Wynonna had. Even though they were both surrounded by people who loved them, Elle still felt Wynonnaâs desires to take on all of the burdens herself so that no one else would have to, in a dire attempt to save the people she loved most. It left Elleâs own shoulders feeling heavy, even though she knew it wasnât real. It wasnât real. No matter how many times she repeated that to herself, though, it never seemed to really sink in. Traces of that so-called imaginary life were left behind everywhere, from Elleâs newfound grasp of mechanics to her discomfort around Lucyâs son to her protectiveness of Waverly to her complicated love life. (With Hunter, at least, it was simple. As long as Elle didnât think too hard about the way her friends were taking steps forward, and she wasnât sure where she and Hunter were going. It wouldnât have bothered her, except she was so used to being sure of everything.) It was getting harder and harder to separate herself from Wynonna. Sheâd killed enough demons in her sleep that it felt like second nature. The other thing that Wynonnaâs life left behind was a homesickness Elle didnât have before. They shared similar tendencies towards wanderlust in their younger years, but Elle had gone back home just as Wynonna had. Sheâd crafted a life for herself in her hometown like Wynonna had, shedding old expectations for new relationships and a new life. The trouble was she missed the mountains. She missed the wide open spaces of Alberta, the sweeping mountain views, the way the cold winter air zapped the breath out of her the moment she stepped outside her family home. Sheâd pushed aside all of the feelings she and Wynonna had for Alice, but the way Wynonna felt about Purgatory was easier in a lot of ways. At least, until Elle realized she couldnât really scratch the itch that she felt. Elle finally pulled her motorcycle over at an overlook off of Skyline Drive in the Blue Ridge Mountains and took off her helmet to shake her hair free. She breathed in deep, and though it wasnât quite right, she could feel the part of her that was Wynonna relax. "All right, Wynonna," she whispered to herself. "Let's figure ourselves out." |