#angclpants

[myfirstnameislast]

Barn dance

angclpants‌:

         THE SOUND OF the engine roused waverly from her sleep.  eyes cracked, squinting at the clock.  “ wynonna ? ”  nothing.  it wouldn’t be strange, of course, if he sister came in that late.  actually, lately it might have been more disconcerting if she didn’t stay out.  but her call was met only with ringing silence.  brows furrowed.  okay… not wynonna…  probably not anyone else in their gang, unless they suddenly took up an unexpected motorcycling hobby.  somehow she doubted she’d ever see doc or jeremy on one of those things unless her sister strapped them to the back with a belt.  and since nicole was on-duty all night, nerves began to pique.

–––sure, ammolite could protect against revenants, but that didn’t mean the other big nasties couldn’t still find their way onto the homestead.  especially if those nasties were of the human sort.  she was still a little freaked from that tucker gardener incident nicole finally told her about.  gaze darted across each room she entered.  empty.  shifting the curtain, she peeked out the window to see the snow disturbed by tracks.  THE BARN.

                   great.  that’s just what she needed.

grabbing her jacket with one hand, gun gripped tightly in the other, she trudged out into the bitter white.  her approach quiet, assessing the situation.  a direct contrast to the loud demand as she held the barrel of the gun aimed right at her unwelcome guest.  “ who are you and what the hell do you think you’re doing on my land ? ”

The exhausted Chance blinks one eye open slowly, groans to herself, then drags herself to sit up a little straighter. “Nothing like waking up to a shotgun. You’d think I’d be used to it,” she grouses. With a sigh, she addresses Waverly, “Alright, don’t shoot. Or, well, please don’t shoot. I’d hate to die in the middle of nowhere while half asleep.” She takes a moment to sort her thoughts, “Right. Questions. The who is... I’m called Chance. The what I think I’m doing is... honestly, ma’am, I just wanted a bit of a roof over my head while that snow was still falling.” She turns, slowly, nodding towards the old motorcycle, “For one thing, Lucy here ain’t cut out for it, and another, I’m fuckin’ tired.” She cocks her head, as if sizing the youngest Earp up a bit. “I solemnly swear that I am NOT up to no good. Just wanted to get a spot of rest.”

[nowmakeyourpeace]

“ he’s only mostly dead. ”

“God that’s such a–” 

Her voice caught in her throat. When would that stop happening? How long before she didn’t feel like crying at the very thought of him? 

Don’t you remember, Earp? There’s no end to that. You should be used to it by now. 

You’d think she would have been. 

And yet… 

“Baby girl, we…we put him in the ground. He’s ashes. That’s more than mostly dead.” 

[slingspeacea]

☆ @angclpants  //  [ x ]

stop trying to  what  now ??  how can she, —— how  can  she  STOP  trying  to  protect  anyone  she  cares  about  ??  doll's  death  still  remains a  wide  gaping  wound  &  it  happened  without  her  even  realizing.  sudden,  unexpected,  no  warning  ;  she  was  left  entirely  in  the  DARK  blindsided,  &  she  will  not  let  it  happen  again. ❝  i  know.  i  . . .  i  should  have  told  you,  but  i  mean  mamma's  bat  shit  crazy  anyway,  sooo.  i'm  sorry.  i’m  really,  really  sorry.    ❞  &  she  only  has  it  in  her  to  say  it  so  many  times,  in  so  many  ways  ;  can  only  take  feeling  so  much  guilt,   ——  &  GOD,  her  cold  shoulder  game  is  strong.  wynonna  would  do or say  ANYTHING to make it  to  stop.  was  there  even  truly  a way  to  make  this  right  at  all ??  their  mother’s  secret  was  a  burden  she  had  to  bear.  it  wasn’t  easy.

during  many  moments  throughout  life  on  the  road  she  believed   she  felt  complete  loneliness,  but  since  returning  to  purgatory,  to  the  homestead,  to  waverly,  her  SISTER,  ——  the  one  god  damned  person  who  loved  her  unconditionally  &  always  had  her  back,  no  matter  what  ;  NEVER  did  she  feel  quite  so  lonesome  as  she  does  right  now.  even  with  the  support  of  the  gang  through  their  loss  &  well,  through  everything.  doc  is  entirely  distracted,  &  frustrated  &  closed  off,  regardless  of  making  little  headway.  waverly  is  royally  pissed  at  her.  nicole  is  looking  after  her  through  her  identity  crisis  &  dolls,  her  best  friend,  is ...  he's ...  gone, in a  better  place  now.

fuck,  could  things  get  any  suckier  ??  her  voice  falls  SOMBER, but  there's  an  unmistakable  air  of  IMPATIENCE  twined  within.   ❝  —— take  all  the  time  you  need,  baby  girl,  but  until  then  you  gotta  understand,  that  i  am  NEVER  going  to  stop  protecting  you.  NEVER.  in  the  end,  WE'RE all  we've  got,  we're  FAMILY  &  when  you're  ready  to  talk  about  mamma,   i'll  be  here.  ❞  a  feeble  smile,  her  head  lowers,  digits  brushing  her  own  strands  from  her  face.  ❝  until  then  i'll  be  spendin'  some   time  with  my  BFFS,  peacemaker  &  jd.  —— gonna  go  work  more  on  my  shot,  gotta  stay  sharp.  ❞  faux  wink,  leather  boot  heels  take  few  steps  back,  firing  finger  guns  pointedly  in  her  younger  sister's  direction. she's  CLOAKING  her  melancholy  like  usual,  before  making  her  way  to  the  front  door.  

[dontrelax]

         ❛     when    everything    starts    breaking    down,    you    take    the    pieces    off    the    ground   and    show    this    wicked    town    something    beautiful    and    new.     ❜

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ @angclpants. — ↳ lyric sc ( wicked little town reprise ).

[slingspeacea]

☆ @angclpants  //  [ x ]

NICE  ONE,  WYNONNA.     ❝  okay,  ❞  hands  swing  their  defeat,  her  chin  &  vibrant  blues  avoiding  the  awkwardness  of  totally,   unintentionally  upsetting  her  younger.   ❝  OKAY,  i  get  it,  but  —  you  two  are  like,  MEANT  for  each  other,  you  know  that  right ??  i  mean  i  admit,  i  think  she  can  be  bossy,  & she  can  be . . .   a little,  controlling,  &  most  of  all  clingy  BUT  baby girl  .   .  . ❞   fingers  brush  strands  of  waverly’s  hair,  tucking  them  behind  her  ear.   ❝  i  have  never  seen  anyone  look  at  someone  else  THAT  way  before.  &  i  see  you  looking  at  her  that  way  too,  you  care  about  each  other.  you  two aren't  done  yet.  ❞  it’s  the  rare  way  she  catches   doc  &  dolls  gaze  at  her,  sometimes.  if  she  can't  have  happiness  because  of  their family’s   stupid  curse,  she'll  be  DAMNED  if  she  is  gonna  let her  lil'  sis  throw  away  &  allow  opportunity  to  pass  her  by.  earps  never  give  up.   ❝  sometimes  people  just  .  .  .  want  to  be  fought  for.  s'all  i'm  sayin'.  i'm  sorry  i  upset  you. ❞

[nowmakeyourpeace]

“ you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means. ”

Wynonna half-smiled. “That could cover any number of words that come out of my mouth and you know it.”

[nowmakeyourpeace]

“What are you afraid of?”

The first instinct is to be sarcastic. Wynonna uses it so often that sometimes she forgets there are people that won’t fly with. Waverly is one of them. Always had been. She looked down at the ridiculous fuzzy socks she’d put on, the fireplace crackling as she set down her cider.

“Losing you. Like...Really losing you.” There was a reason she’d fought tooth and nail to try and keep Waves out of the fray, even stooping to knocking her out and stuffing her in the tool box in the truck. “I wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

[nowmakeyourpeace]

👄 + Waverly

[[Specific to the wonderful @angclpants ]]

“Waverly…Waverly is my heart. All the shit we’ve been through–the shit that I’ve put her through? She’s always been the one constant, steady thing. She’s not perfect but she’s damn close. I wouldn’t be around without her.”