#damnweapon

[cleverfoxed]

@damnweapon​.

     ‘ When I mentioned subtle, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. ’ 

[discountempath]

       ❝   don’t — shit. shit! didn’t you read the instructions?   ❞   frantic, panicked hands wave a pamphlet in the air in wynonna’s periphery.   ❝   don’t cross the streams !!   ❞   //   @damnweapon​.

[damnweapon]

i’m gonna fistfight my broken tag on this blog. 

[ahbutimavillain]

@damnweapon​ asked: “ i don’t always need you to fix everything. i just— sometimes i just want you to listen. ” @ rum~

     He can’t say that he’s used to fixing things exactly, but he is used to doing something, often what he thinks may fix something but rarely ever does. Ever since he gained his powers, he’s done nothing but use them first, ask questions later. The time for listening had been a thing of the past for quite some time. He was a man of action. Though in matters such as these, matters of the heart, that wasn’t always the best course. 

      His expression softened as he looked over at her, noting the frustration in her furrowed brows, the way her shoulders hunched upward and sighed. “All right, I’m listening...”

[ahbutimavillain]

@damnweapon​ said: “ i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. i don’t care if you’re a monster. ” @ rum ! B)

     As it happened, she had in fact not ever said that. Not out loud, not in so many words, not in those particular words and as she and everyone else knew, he had strong feelings about words. Which were the right ones, the weight certain words had that others did not. And those words, had a weight unlike any other, a simultaneously comforting yet suffocating feeling all at once with the weight of expectation. Not expectation to return the sentiment, for he is sure she knows he does, but the expectation to not mess it up. 

     Looking back at her, feeling the warmth from her hands where they frame his face, he doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what to do. Usually a master at weaving words, he suddenly found himself at a loss for the right ones to express how he felt in that moment, deciding only that actions do speak louder than words sometimes as he leaned in to kiss her. 

[faultyconscience]

@damnweapon said: “ i know if anyone hurt me, you’d never let them see another day. and i think i like that a little too much. ” @ rum !

    He’d long since stopped pretending the Rabbit Hole held any appeal to him apart from the clientele, and specifically this client, one of the dive bar’s frequent fliers. And with day that she encouraged his visits, he found it harder and harder to bother pretending at all. Why bother acting as though he wasn’t here for her if she didn’t seem to mind it? Those sorts of games were well behind them now. 

     When she spoke, low and husky, flirtatiously even, he didn’t need her final words to know that she enjoyed that part of him. He could read it in her eyes as easily as her body language, and had the very first time he’d stepped in between her and someone wishing her arm...beneath the anger at him over stepping the delicate boundaries they’d placed around their respective lives. “And here I thought I’d be the one to be a bad influence on you,” he mused playfully. Her enjoying that vengeful part of him would only lead him to indulge in it more often, despite all the headache it had given him in the past. But Wynonna was nothing like Belle, she wouldn’t hold it against him for giving people what they deserved. Wouldn’t hold it against him for being himself.