Who: Willa, Bellamy & Alec What: Playing pool, trying to be normal with a couple of abnormal guys Where: O'Neills When: Bendy Times
Willa was a little shocked by the sudden invitation to go play pool despite the fact that men were easy and she always knew what they were after. What they were usually after was her. The religious group she had joined as Eve had almost been a relief in some ways because sex was frowned upon and forbidden. Not that Eve remembered who she had once been in that treehouse playing games with Robert and the other revenants. Still, it had been somewhat of a relief to play the part of someone who was completely sexless and wholly devoted to The Lord. It, like all things in Willa's life, had turned out to be a scheme. And yet some part of her heart longed for the simplicity of being Eve. Eve had no future, no past, Eve was nothing and nobody. Eve was not Willa Earp.
She knew the game, of course she did. She had grown up in a bar watching the men play pool with loose women. Willa didn't judge them, only knew that would never be her life. Ward Earp, her father and possibly one of the biggest assholes on the planet, had made it clear that Willa would never live a normal life. She was another victim of The Earp Curse. She was The Heir and the only thing to be done for an Heir was to prepare them for a life of fighting and dying. It scared the shit out of Willa when she was young to know that she would eventually be chosen to carry on Wyatt's legacy. She worked as hard as she could, she tried the best that she could even under the intense pressure of her father and his waiting belt.
Willa was an angry little girl and she had taken her anger out on Waverly because Waverly was young and Willa had never properly bonded with her because of her age. Wynonna was only two years younger which meant that Willa saw her as kindred. Perhaps it was some kind of extra sense she had as The Heir that Waverly was never really hers anyway. She was surprised that Wynonna hadn't felt it but perhaps she did. It wasn't like she and Wynonna had become instant best friends again. It wasn't like when they were little and inseparable. The bond had been broken and Willa would never forget what it felt like when Wynonna shot her. Death had been merciful but it hadn't given Willa the rest she desired and so now she was simply resentful.
Besides, she knew that Wynonna had Peacemaker. It was hers. Daddy wanted her to have it. He was an awful, rotten, terror of a man but he had loved Willa and he wanted her to have Peacemaker because she knew she was the true Heir.
If Little Sister wanted a war than Willa would bring her one. She didn't like to be played with. Willa's entire life had been controlled by others. First her father, then the revenants, Constance Clootie and finally the religious cult that had dubbed her "Eve". For the first time ever Willa Earp was in control of her own destiny and she was a fighter. Wynonna didn't want to be a friend anymore? That was fine. She would be treated as foe and Willa would take her down.
In the meantime, she had a lot of exploring to do. It was amazing. People asked her what she liked to do for fun and Willa couldn't think of a single thing. At the cult, she had done a lot of cooking and sewing to take her mind off the monotony of her life there. She wouldn't say she enjoyed either of those things. Those were things that Eve had done to stay sane and Willa wasn't Eve, or maybe part of her was. Whatever. Being Willa could be confusing sometimes.
When she was a little girl she would make paper cranes. She loved to fold the tiny pieces of paper in her hand and make them pretty. She would hang them from strings in her little treehouse prison when Robert and the others would come and talk to her. She was thirteen then and twenty nine now. She had no idea what she liked to do for fun but she was willing to figure it out and a man named Bellamy had offered to show her.
She met him at O'Neills. He was attractive in a rough around the edges kind of way, but still far too pretty a boy to have ever set foot in Purgatory. She judged him immediately but decided to give his invitation for pool a try.
"Bellamy, right?" Willa asked, reaching out to shake his hand as her eyes wandered curiously over his body. It was clear that Willa had been raised away from civilization. She had no manners.