Tʜᴇʀᴇsᴀ Cᴀssɪᴅʏ : ʙᴀɴsʜᴇᴇ (warningsiren) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-04-07 12:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, deadpool (616), theresa cassidy / banshee (616) |
Who: Terry & Wade
When: Last Saturday
Where: Their apartment
What: Right after this
Rating: A for Angsty. Mentions of Wade wanting to stab people. You know, the usual.
Terry threw her phone onto her bed, aiming for her pillow. Her two hands scrubbed across her face and into her hair. Ohhhh god. Her life was changing in such weird ways lately. If she took the ring from Wade, it wasn't just a gift. It was a promise. She could make a promise. He made one, why couldn't she make one? The door to her room opened and Terry peeked out. "Wade? Where are yeh?" To say that none of this was going how Wade had hoped would be a VAST FUCKING UNDERSTATEMENT. He'd merely mentioned eloping with Theresa in a joking, casual manner and then watched as she gave a reaction usually reserved for when someone's eaten something rotten, or drunk faaaaaaar too much whiskey. And then to have her just say she wanted the ring in a text message, after Wanda opened her big mouth.... yeah. Wade was ready to STAB PEOPLE right now. "I'm right here." He sighed, laying on the sofa, dressed casually in shorts and a black t-shirt.... and his mask (the big goof...). "I could punch Wanda in the throat, you know that?" Terry walked out and quickly put her hands up in defense. “No, no no no, no punching Wanda in the throat,” she let a beat pass before blurting out, “I want the ring. To keep. You know.” For someone with super vocal cords, she sure was having a hard time with words. "I don't get it. When I mentioned it a few days ago, you looked like someone asked you to make out with MODOK. Now all of a sudden, it sounds all peachy-keen?" He asked, obviously a little skeptical. "Like I said.... I don't get it." "I didn't think you were serious... Or why yeh'd want to marry a mess like me." Her shoulders slumped. There, the truth. "Plus we're fucking trapped here, maybe you are making crazy decisions..." "You're not a mess, Terry... don't you get it? You make me a better person. When I'm with you... it's like I'm automatically better than I was alone." He said, sounding just utterly defeated. "It's like... you're the one good thing about me. The one thing that makes me worth a damn. It's like... like... you're the Darth Maul to my Episode 1." Sigh. It was sweet while it lasted, folks. "I may not be a very good person... but I know I would love you better than anyone." Terry smiled goofily, “Your Darth Maul?” Marrying anyone right now was a bad idea. Marrying a mercenary was even worse. But something was pushing at her to demand that ring. And not just because it was probably a huge rock. “Let’s try it, Wade.” "Yeah. Just without the cool double-bladed lightsaber. Although... if you had one of those you'd officially be the coolest chick EVER." He said, before thinking about her statement. Taking a deep breath, he held up a finger, gesturing to her to wait a moment, before he hopped up, walking into their bedroom quietly. After a few moments of the audible sound of him rifling through one of the dresser drawers, he finally walked back out, holding a small black velvet box. "So... I dunno how much this means to you. Should I do this the traditional way or just.... toss the dumb thing to you?" Heh. Clearly, he really didn't think this meant much to her right now. Theresa crossed her arms. “Do it how you wanna do it. If you toss it at me, though, you better be ready to have it tossed back at you.” Her voice was calm and steady. She was serious, and he didn’t even realize it. Chuckling nervously, Wade put his head down for a moment, giving himself a little pep talk under his breath, before slowly peeling his mask off, and slowly lowering himself to one knee. "Terry... I've never been a good person. Ever. But when you came into my life.... you made me, if nothing else, better than I was. And you continue to make me a better man every day. With enough time, you might even make me into a man who WON'T stab Adam Sandler in the neck one day for fooling me into paying money to see Jack And Jill." Sigh. HE WAS TRYING, PEOPLE. "I guess what I'm saying is.... Theresa Cassidy... will you marry me?" And there it was. The four hardest words he'd ever spoken. And as he forced it out, he opened the box, to reveal a ring made with, as he'd revealed to Wanda, a piece of one of the most priceless diamonds in the world. Terry looked at Wade’s scarred face speaking so honestly (even with the crack about Adam Sandler). She had a slight smile that looked as if she was keeping a particularly good secret. She uncrossed her arms and went to kneel in front of him, so that they were on the same level. She whispered it, as if she couldn’t trust herself to speak out loud, “Yeah, Wade, I’ll marry yeh.” He didn't reply for a moment. He wanted to jump for joy, to thank her for giving this part of herself to him... but he knew better. He knew that she hated when he made it sound like he was putting her on a pedestal. And he knew that his sweet but smart-ass nature was one of the things she loved about him. "So... I know I had suggested eloping, but... if we plan an actual wedding instead, we'll get TONS of great gifts. Plus you'll get to see my handsome self in a tux." Plus... it would give him time to put together the ultimate wedding gift for her. Something he'd wanted to give her for ages now. Terry shook her head slowly, as if she was just now realizing what marrying Wade entailed. “Wade-- we can’t-- we shouldn’t tell anyone. They’ll think-- I mean it doesn’t matter what they think but…” She took a deep breath. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this just yet. What if one of us disappears? We were both here before, what if …” She untangled her legs from under her and sat back on her bottom, instead of kneeling in front of him. "Yeah. I get it." He said, standing slowly. "Keep the ring, Terry. Just... put it away, turn it into something that doesn't look like an engagement ring... whatever you want." Uh-oh. His voice was getting that cold tone to it again. The way it did when he began to shut down, to give up trying to be human. "You deserve someone you'll be proud to tell people about. Someone you'll jump at the chance to marry. I'm... yeah. I'll be in the other room watching TV." This... this didn't sound good. At all. Terry hopped up and grabbed for Wade’s arms. “No, Wade, wait, c’mon yeh can’t-- I can’t do this and then lose you. I’m tryin’ --I’m worried, don’t shut me out.” "Then what the hell's going on here, Terry? You go from utter disgust, to suddenly jumping at it, then suddenly not wanting it again. I know I'm no prize, ok? I know it. But while I'm crazy, hideous, and not exactly a good person... I still have a heart, you know. And you're stomping all over it." He told her, the heartache evident in his voice. "All I want from you is some kind of consistancy. I don't want to go through each day wondering if you're still going to want me the day after." With one hand, she covered her face. The other hand held the ring, her fingertips pressing it into her palm so hard it might bleed. “I don’t know what I want, Wade! I don’t know what I’m doing here! I’m kind of a fuckin’ mess right now, have you not noticed?” She looked down and put the ring on her finger. “Here, this is a promise. I promise that I’m yours as long as I’m wearing this.” "Maybe I don't notice it, Terry! Ever think that when I see you, I don't see a mess? I just see the woman I love!" Wow. Now that was profound... especially for HIM. "You at your worst... is still more amazing to me than any other women at their BEST." He said, walking toward the bedroom. "I'm gonna go lay down. You're free to join me. I mean... if you want." Terry held her hand out and gazed at the ring. God, it was pretty. And Wade wanted her to have it. She watched him go to his bedroom before she put the ring back into it’s little box. Terry placed the ring onto the coffee table. She walked briskly to catch up with him. When he laid down, she laid beside him, resting her head on his chest. “I’m sorry.” A kiss to his chest, “I’m sorry.” to his chin, “I’m sorry.” "Don't be. You've got nothing to be sorry for, Terry." He said, trying to sound soft and sweet... but seemingly unable to hide the coldness and self loathing in his voice. "I mean it. You didn't do anything wrong." "I'm bringing yeh down with me, Wade. I am doing somet'ing wrong. I need to figure out where I stand-- and so do you. Is t'at what you want? To marry me? What, we going to have a kid here in this dimension where we don't belong? Name it Sean?" Her voice edged on meanness, but mostly desperation. "And what if it IS what I want? Then what???" He yelled, before sitting up, trembling a little. He was on the edge, and desperately trying to center himself for fear of saying or doing something he'd regret. "It's times like this that I was I *knew* how to kill me. Because I swear to god if I did I'd just do everyone a favor and DO it already." When he bolted upright, Terry did too. She leaned away from him when he yelled, closing her eyes. “See, Wade, we’re both a mess. Two wrongs don’t make a right…” Then again, they could help each other. They could fix each other. But being dependent on another person like that scared the hell out of her. "This isn't about trying to make things right." He said, reaching over to grab his mask, pulling it back on. Suddenly... he didn't feel so comfortable without it on. "It's just about trying to be happy. In a new place where I don't have a past. Where I can focus on being a better person. Maybe one day you'll realize that." Terry sadly watched Wade put his mask back on. “Wade, promise me something. Can you do that?” Her voice was quiet and small. She felt so tiny. "What's that?" He asked, clenching his jaw and steeling himself. He had trouble suppressing his humorous side usually... but this was not one of those times. She reached for him, trying to pull him into her arms. Terry wanted to hold him to her chest, wanted to soothe him. “Don’t give up on me. I’m gonna keep the ring. I’m gonna tell yeh yes. Just not right now.” "I've never given up on you, Terry." He said, staying put this time. He felt defeated, felt as ugly inside and out as he knew deep down that he was. "Its ME I've given up on. But... yeah. Keep it. Maybe... Maybe one day things will change." Her voice still quiet, “I love yeh, Wade Wilson.” He stood, staying silent for a moment as he grabbed his costume, calmly putting it on and making sure everything was properly fastened and zipped. "Thanks, red. Love you too." The worst part of it was the way he said it. With the defeated tone of someone who was nearly certain he was truly unlovable. In his mind... she didn't mean it. She might NEED him, but she didn;t love him. COULDN'T love him. He felt the need to go and destroy things. Like NOW. Oh no. Thems fighting words. Well, that’s a tone she didn’t like. “Yeh don’t believe me, d’ya? Yeh callin’ me a liar??” Terry sat up on her knees on the bed. “Fuck ya! Go get that ring from the livin’ room. I’m gonna fookin marry yeh! I’ll marry yeh right now!” "Yeah. That's... that's not happenin'." He said with a sad chuckle. God, she had so much anger and aggression in her. How much had she actually gone through that he didn't know about? He turned briefly, to take a good look at her as he carefully thought out his next words, which would end up being more deep and more... sweet than even HE thought he was capable of. "See... if this DOES ever happen? If I ever get to marry you? It's gonna be because you love me. Because you wanna spend your life with me. And it'll be romantic, and as beautiful, memorable, and perfect as you are. I do a lot of stupid things, Terry... but one thing I'm NOT gonna do is marry you because you have a point to prove." Terry’s shoulders slumped. Then she let herself fall back onto the bed. She wrapped one of Wade’s blankets around her like a little Irish burrito. “I wish yeh’d believe me. I’m gonna get me shit together, Wade. Then you’ll see.” "Good. Because I want this... but I want it the right way." He said, trying his damnedest to soften his voice, to push away that cold, dark place he felt himself going to. "I don't do much in my life the right way... but this is gonna be one of them." He let out a deep, long sigh, reaching over to tenderly stroke her hair a few times. "We're gonna fix you, Terry. I promise." Terry turned her head towards his hand as he stroked her hair. She kissed his palm. “Don’t leave, then. Stay here.” |