(wynonna listens. maybe it's because it's all she can do, maybe because she wants to, because she wants to know more about him. for all that they've shared, there's still so much they don't know.)
The first person I ever killed was my father. It was an accident. I was never supposed to be the heir, it was supposed to be my sister, but the revenants broke into our home and they had my father, but I killed him instead. They took my older sister. So when I turned 27, they killed my uncle to lure me back home. When I started killing revenants -- I thought it wouldn't effect me. They weren't people.
But with each shot it got easier and easier.
(and sometimes the only way to survive a cruel world is to become cruel yourself.)
But it didn't -- as much as I tried not to care --
(she did. she cared. she loved even when she tried hardest not to, and everything death weighed around her neck like an anvil. the air that's been forcing confessions out of her seems to still be in effect, among everything else, and the conversation helps distract some, at least, from the pain)
no subject
(wynonna listens. maybe it's because it's all she can do, maybe because she wants to, because she wants to know more about him. for all that they've shared, there's still so much they don't know.)
The first person I ever killed was my father. It was an accident. I was never supposed to be the heir, it was supposed to be my sister, but the revenants broke into our home and they had my father, but I killed him instead. They took my older sister. So when I turned 27, they killed my uncle to lure me back home. When I started killing revenants -- I thought it wouldn't effect me. They weren't people.
But with each shot it got easier and easier.
(and sometimes the only way to survive a cruel world is to become cruel yourself.)
But it didn't -- as much as I tried not to care --
(she did. she cared. she loved even when she tried hardest not to, and everything death weighed around her neck like an anvil. the air that's been forcing confessions out of her seems to still be in effect, among everything else, and the conversation helps distract some, at least, from the pain)