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| Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ₴ inactive: wynonna earp |
November 10th, 1:30PM
Wynonna Earp & Xavier Dolls
"I wasn’t being a hero, I was protecting my family."
"I wasn’t being a hero, I was protecting my family."
Morningside Manor | PG-13 (I guess?) for language, talk of death, and lots of emotions in general
Vallo sure did think it had a sense of humor, didn’t it? Fuck.
Wynonna had finally gotten used to the fact that sometimes weird shit happened in this place. Weirder shit, anyway. Walking mushrooms from a video game? Sure. Dinosaurs from Jurassic Park? Fine. An evil hotel hell bent on making people relive their worst nightmares? Just peachy.
But waking up and finding some sort of astral projection of a best friend that had been dead for a long time now sitting on the couch watching television as if that’s not weird? She had to draw a line somewhere and this seemed to be that point. This was not okay. There were not enough hours in the day for her to even begin to explain how not okay this was.
She also knew that there was nothing she could do about this, it was just something she would have to deal with. Or avoid. Which seemed like the better option until she could get her bearings enough to confront the man known as Xavier Dolls. Who used to be him, anyway.
Eventually and with caution, Wynonna climbed out of the bed she’d chosen to hide in for the foreseeable future, grabbed Peacemaker off of the nightstand, and made her way back into the living room to see if he was still there. He was. Of course, he was. However instead of being on the couch, this time he was by the window, looking out over the part of the city that could be seen from the floor of the apartment she shared with Doc, Waverly, and Nicole.
“Still here, huh? Is Whoopi with you?” she said, her voice a little strained under the emotion that was sneaking up on her in that moment despite the joke she was attempting to make. Could he hear her? Was he even sentient? Sure, he’d looked at her earlier, but that didn’t really mean anything.
The apparition, if that’s what it was (she didn’t know what else to call it), turned at her question and gave her a smile she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. It caught her off guard and she blinked a few times, letting her chin drop enough so that she could get her emotions in check. Or she’d at least try, there was no making promises to herself about that.
“Yeah, I’m still here. Figured you didn’t want to be bothered earlier, so…”
Wynonna let out a small laugh, the sort of laugh that came when you didn’t know how to process something that was clearly hurting you. It looked like him. It sounded like him. But there was no way it was actually him, right? Though if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck…
No. Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t be a dumb asshole about this.
“You know you don’t need the gun, Earp.”
She looked down at the Colt Buntline Special she was holding, thumb ready to pull down on the hammer if necessary. There was no feeling between her and Peacemaker that made her think that it was necessary, though. It was out of caution. Fear. After a moment her gaze moved back up to her friend, the tears she had been fighting to hold back starting to well in her eyes. “Why’re you here, Dolls?” In her heart she knew the truth, or something like it, but her head couldn’t wrap around it yet.
He gave her a very casual sort of shrug, the relaxed smile on his face, arms folded over his chest looked at her. “No idea. But I’m glad to see you’re well.”
The tears fell then, but she kept her eyes on him, her words wrapped in heartache when she finally spoke. “You died. You died and you didn’t let any of us say goodbye. You played the big dumb hero, knew you were going to kick it anyway, but didn’t--” Her words stopped short and she wiped the tears from her face.
“Nice to see you, too.” Dolls chuckled and shook his head, almost sadly, but not quite. “There was nothing any of you could have done to stop the inevitable and it was either me or the rest of you. The choice was obvious. I wasn’t being a hero, I was protecting my family.”
Wynonna was quiet then, still looking at him, looking through him in a sense but she knew he was right. But what was the point in him being here? She’d grieved. She’d moved on. They’d kicked Bulshar’s ass and won. Now she was here, living her life, or trying to live a life. “You’re okay though? I mean. Other than the whole… being dead… thing.”
“I haven’t felt a peace like this in a very, very long time, if that’s what you’re asking.”
She gave a small nod and a sad smile, tears streaking her cheeks again as she looked at her friend. That was the word she hadn’t been able to come up with yet. Peace. He definitely seemed at peace, content, happy. He was Xavier, but better. There was no burden on him anymore, no responsibility to protect and serve, to try and save people from the evil things the world liked to throw at them. She was almost jealous.
“I think we have some catching up to do, if you’re sticking around. There’s a buttload to talk about.” Wynonna cleared her throat a little and moved further into the living room space, setting Peacemaker down on the coffee table. But she wiped her face again and looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions that could’ve easily overwhelmed her if she’d let it. More than anything though, she felt a sense of gratitude. There was no saying how long this would last and she wanted to make the most of him being here, even if it was just for a few hours.
“It’s really good to see you though, Dolls. I’ve missed you a lot. We all have.”
Wynonna had finally gotten used to the fact that sometimes weird shit happened in this place. Weirder shit, anyway. Walking mushrooms from a video game? Sure. Dinosaurs from Jurassic Park? Fine. An evil hotel hell bent on making people relive their worst nightmares? Just peachy.
But waking up and finding some sort of astral projection of a best friend that had been dead for a long time now sitting on the couch watching television as if that’s not weird? She had to draw a line somewhere and this seemed to be that point. This was not okay. There were not enough hours in the day for her to even begin to explain how not okay this was.
She also knew that there was nothing she could do about this, it was just something she would have to deal with. Or avoid. Which seemed like the better option until she could get her bearings enough to confront the man known as Xavier Dolls. Who used to be him, anyway.
Eventually and with caution, Wynonna climbed out of the bed she’d chosen to hide in for the foreseeable future, grabbed Peacemaker off of the nightstand, and made her way back into the living room to see if he was still there. He was. Of course, he was. However instead of being on the couch, this time he was by the window, looking out over the part of the city that could be seen from the floor of the apartment she shared with Doc, Waverly, and Nicole.
“Still here, huh? Is Whoopi with you?” she said, her voice a little strained under the emotion that was sneaking up on her in that moment despite the joke she was attempting to make. Could he hear her? Was he even sentient? Sure, he’d looked at her earlier, but that didn’t really mean anything.
The apparition, if that’s what it was (she didn’t know what else to call it), turned at her question and gave her a smile she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. It caught her off guard and she blinked a few times, letting her chin drop enough so that she could get her emotions in check. Or she’d at least try, there was no making promises to herself about that.
“Yeah, I’m still here. Figured you didn’t want to be bothered earlier, so…”
Wynonna let out a small laugh, the sort of laugh that came when you didn’t know how to process something that was clearly hurting you. It looked like him. It sounded like him. But there was no way it was actually him, right? Though if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck…
No. Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t be a dumb asshole about this.
“You know you don’t need the gun, Earp.”
She looked down at the Colt Buntline Special she was holding, thumb ready to pull down on the hammer if necessary. There was no feeling between her and Peacemaker that made her think that it was necessary, though. It was out of caution. Fear. After a moment her gaze moved back up to her friend, the tears she had been fighting to hold back starting to well in her eyes. “Why’re you here, Dolls?” In her heart she knew the truth, or something like it, but her head couldn’t wrap around it yet.
He gave her a very casual sort of shrug, the relaxed smile on his face, arms folded over his chest looked at her. “No idea. But I’m glad to see you’re well.”
The tears fell then, but she kept her eyes on him, her words wrapped in heartache when she finally spoke. “You died. You died and you didn’t let any of us say goodbye. You played the big dumb hero, knew you were going to kick it anyway, but didn’t--” Her words stopped short and she wiped the tears from her face.
“Nice to see you, too.” Dolls chuckled and shook his head, almost sadly, but not quite. “There was nothing any of you could have done to stop the inevitable and it was either me or the rest of you. The choice was obvious. I wasn’t being a hero, I was protecting my family.”
Wynonna was quiet then, still looking at him, looking through him in a sense but she knew he was right. But what was the point in him being here? She’d grieved. She’d moved on. They’d kicked Bulshar’s ass and won. Now she was here, living her life, or trying to live a life. “You’re okay though? I mean. Other than the whole… being dead… thing.”
“I haven’t felt a peace like this in a very, very long time, if that’s what you’re asking.”
She gave a small nod and a sad smile, tears streaking her cheeks again as she looked at her friend. That was the word she hadn’t been able to come up with yet. Peace. He definitely seemed at peace, content, happy. He was Xavier, but better. There was no burden on him anymore, no responsibility to protect and serve, to try and save people from the evil things the world liked to throw at them. She was almost jealous.
“I think we have some catching up to do, if you’re sticking around. There’s a buttload to talk about.” Wynonna cleared her throat a little and moved further into the living room space, setting Peacemaker down on the coffee table. But she wiped her face again and looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions that could’ve easily overwhelmed her if she’d let it. More than anything though, she felt a sense of gratitude. There was no saying how long this would last and she wanted to make the most of him being here, even if it was just for a few hours.
“It’s really good to see you though, Dolls. I’ve missed you a lot. We all have.”