(no, not his finest moment and it does twist something inside of wynonna to hear him speak of it....but she remembers that was along time ago, centuries ago, and maybe he was that person then, but that is not who she has known, not what he has chosen to be here.
that has to matter, right?)
She sounds like it. She saw an angle she could play and took it.
( he knows what he says has an affect. he knows it does and a part of him wants it to, if only because he has no intention of lying to her. she knows who he is. she should know who he is fully, and without question.
he would not hide it. if they are to be familiars, she deserves to know what he is. what he's been. what he's capable of, including the terror and cruelty he has wrought. )
She let her uncle's family go free. I killed them as they ran. I couldn't risk that they would tell stories and bring our father down upon us. I let her believe in their survival. Perhaps I had a soft spot for her after all.
This may not seem like a happy story to you, and I cannot confess it ended any differently, but I don't always remember those months in Scotland drenched in blood. Peace was a difficult thing. Fleeting, in the centuries we ran from Mikael. Some of those days were the happiest and most carefree of our lives.
(the weird thing is when he explains his motivations? she understands. all she's ever wanted to do is protect her family, and there was little she wouldn't do to meet those ends, something she'll only become more aware of herself in a few weeks.
but she knows happiness is fleeting at best, but it is real, and it does exist.)
Sometimes, it's those small moments of peace you have to learn to treasure. Those real moments of happiness, like you've talked about before.
( she doesn't shirk or judge. not that he thought she would, but the understanding is all the more meaningful than the absence of any, in place of anything else. ) I think it's your turn. If you're up for it.
(if there's anything she understands, it's wanting to protect your family -- and the costs that role can take even if she hasn't played it as long as he has.)
What kind of story do you want to hear? I have my own share of different genres.
(she's tired, and still in pain, but talking, and listening, has proven to be a useful distraction.)
I suppose I deserve that. (since she doesn't have a lot of them, but she thinks of a few, some he might not know about her.)
Once upon a time, a small town girl, we'll call her Aphrodite (her stripper name, it feels fitting) was tired of her town treating her like shit, but she didn't have any fairy godmother, so she worked as a stripper for a while to get the money she needed. And she did just that. She got the hell out of Dodge. She went as far as she could.
( fitting, but also entirely transparent. he recalls how she danced in the cages, and it's hardly a leap from there, especially given how unjustly hated this aphrodite was by her hometown. ) Where was she going?
(to be fair, she wasn't really trying to hide it, no more than he had tried to hide who his story was about.)
Athens, Greece. She had heard the beaches in Greece were killer, and she had never seen the ocean before.
And she was happy there, for a while. Aimless, but happy enough. She drank, she partied, she made friends with the locals and even learned some of the language. She beat people at ouzo drinking contests and smashed plates with the best of them.
( the image she conjures has him smiling, thinking of wynonna reckless and free and alive. still, he knows that no matter where you are in the world, there is nothing quite like home. not a place, but the people. he suspects she might be referring to waverly, anyhow. ) Pray tell, what could drag her away from paradise?
Her uncle died, right before her 27th birthday. (oops, this isn't a happy story either.)
The demons that plagued her home were trying to draw her back. She didn't tell anyone she was coming, she just wanted to investigate what really happened and then leave again. Her plan never was to stay. She was even given money to make sure she left, went back to paradise.
( no, it isn't. klaus sobers, but the grimness of the turn does not surprise, even though it moves him. it's a predictable, if effective tactic to draw her back. ) What changed?
They took the thing she cared about the most. So she had to find her great-great-grandfather's gun and rescue her. And the moment she fired that gun, she felt like she had a purpose. Like it's what she was meant to be doing.
(that's the happy part of the story -- finding purpose, finally doing something that felt right.
and then, with some humor)
Plus, she might have been blackmailed by a shady government organization to stay and work with them because she had a few open cases on record.
( he knows what's the happy part. she's said as much before, and there's something he finds truly admirable in her desire — her calling — to do what's right. and, perhaps, he finds pleasure in her fulfillment.
that's a new and interesting tidbit, though. ) Did she also end up pulling a one-over on this "shady government organization"?
Not as much as she would have liked before they ended up dissolving -- but she did get two of their best agents to deflect and join her team, including the man who had recruited her, originally. Though some say he was a dragon-man.
(there will always be a sting, a pang of regret and loss when it comes to dolls even if she knows there's nothing she could have done different.)
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(no, not his finest moment and it does twist something inside of wynonna to hear him speak of it....but she remembers that was along time ago, centuries ago, and maybe he was that person then, but that is not who she has known, not what he has chosen to be here.
that has to matter, right?)
She sounds like it. She saw an angle she could play and took it.
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he would not hide it. if they are to be familiars, she deserves to know what he is. what he's been. what he's capable of, including the terror and cruelty he has wrought. )
She let her uncle's family go free. I killed them as they ran. I couldn't risk that they would tell stories and bring our father down upon us. I let her believe in their survival. Perhaps I had a soft spot for her after all.
This may not seem like a happy story to you, and I cannot confess it ended any differently, but I don't always remember those months in Scotland drenched in blood. Peace was a difficult thing. Fleeting, in the centuries we ran from Mikael. Some of those days were the happiest and most carefree of our lives.
We were a family.
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(the weird thing is when he explains his motivations? she understands. all she's ever wanted to do is protect her family, and there was little she wouldn't do to meet those ends, something she'll only become more aware of herself in a few weeks.
but she knows happiness is fleeting at best, but it is real, and it does exist.)
Sometimes, it's those small moments of peace you have to learn to treasure. Those real moments of happiness, like you've talked about before.
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(if there's anything she understands, it's wanting to protect your family -- and the costs that role can take even if she hasn't played it as long as he has.)
What kind of story do you want to hear? I have my own share of different genres.
(she's tired, and still in pain, but talking, and listening, has proven to be a useful distraction.)
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I suppose I deserve that. (since she doesn't have a lot of them, but she thinks of a few, some he might not know about her.)
Once upon a time, a small town girl, we'll call her Aphrodite (her stripper name, it feels fitting) was tired of her town treating her like shit, but she didn't have any fairy godmother, so she worked as a stripper for a while to get the money she needed. And she did just that. She got the hell out of Dodge. She went as far as she could.
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(to be fair, she wasn't really trying to hide it, no more than he had tried to hide who his story was about.)
Athens, Greece. She had heard the beaches in Greece were killer, and she had never seen the ocean before.
And she was happy there, for a while. Aimless, but happy enough. She drank, she partied, she made friends with the locals and even learned some of the language. She beat people at ouzo drinking contests and smashed plates with the best of them.
But there was something missing.
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Her uncle died, right before her 27th birthday. (oops, this isn't a happy story either.)
The demons that plagued her home were trying to draw her back. She didn't tell anyone she was coming, she just wanted to investigate what really happened and then leave again. Her plan never was to stay. She was even given money to make sure she left, went back to paradise.
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They took the thing she cared about the most. So she had to find her great-great-grandfather's gun and rescue her. And the moment she fired that gun, she felt like she had a purpose. Like it's what she was meant to be doing.
(that's the happy part of the story -- finding purpose, finally doing something that felt right.
and then, with some humor)
Plus, she might have been blackmailed by a shady government organization to stay and work with them because she had a few open cases on record.
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that's a new and interesting tidbit, though. ) Did she also end up pulling a one-over on this "shady government organization"?
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Not as much as she would have liked before they ended up dissolving -- but she did get two of their best agents to deflect and join her team, including the man who had recruited her, originally. Though some say he was a dragon-man.
(there will always be a sting, a pang of regret and loss when it comes to dolls even if she knows there's nothing she could have done different.)