( There's a storm, and they stand in the badlands. In truth, though, Yasha's pretty sure any lands she's in could count as the badlands. She's told her, tried to be honest, reveal herself for a coward: the problem is that Wynonna is always charming and funny, no matter how awful she makes herself out to be.
She worries that, sometimes, it might rely on Wynonna not wanting her, more than it relies on her not wanting Wynonna, and Wynonna's always deserved better than she's wanted.
So there they are, a place that's both cold and a desert, looking at a skeletal corpse of something awful. )
Uh—
I think— this might be a cleric thing.
( You know. Religious stuff. She's only kind of an angel, that hardly count. )
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( There's a storm, and they stand in the badlands. In truth, though, Yasha's pretty sure any lands she's in could count as the badlands. She's told her, tried to be honest, reveal herself for a coward: the problem is that Wynonna is always charming and funny, no matter how awful she makes herself out to be.
She worries that, sometimes, it might rely on Wynonna not wanting her, more than it relies on her not wanting Wynonna, and Wynonna's always deserved better than she's wanted.
So there they are, a place that's both cold and a desert, looking at a skeletal corpse of something awful. )
Uh—
I think— this might be a cleric thing.
( You know. Religious stuff. She's only kind of an angel, that hardly count. )