I haven't had an illness since before my magic manifested, when I was... eleven, twelve, something like that. [ He used to remember the number. Now, it's a bad memory. Ill tidings; the start of his life going downhill. ] No illnesses, m' tired less often, cuts and bruises and injuries heal up immediately. It's not all bad.
That's got to come in handy, though. [ She considers his words for a second, glancing out ahead of them to a distant point, her gaze unfixed as she weighs over whether to say this next part. Then again, he's never shown anything but willingness to be honest with her on his end, so she almost feels like this is something she owes him — more truth, ultimately, about herself. ]
It's... harder, for me, to get hurt. Has been ever since I became the Earp heir. It's like this curse, whatever it is, makes me faster, stronger. Even when I take a hit, it's easier for me to heal from it quickly. To bounce back.
[ That isn't to say she can't get sick or injured, period, but it makes her tougher than most. ] Pretty sure I haven't had a scar since I fell climbing a rusty tractor back on the homestead and busted up my knee. It's still there, actually.
[ He chuckles quietly. There's a softness in his gaze from the way she admits this truth about herself. Imparted truths, from tired people. Cash doesn't often give people the particulars about his magic, out of a sense of paranoia that they'll take advantage of it. Plenty of people have, so maybe it's not even paranoia.
But he trusts Wynonna. ]
I guess if you're going to go up against demons, you need all the help you can get, right?
[ Seems cruel to give someone that kind of mission and no other support. ]
Something like that. I guess whatever demon laid the curse down hundreds of years ago thought they'd give us a magical booster shot to try and make the whole thing a little more even.
[ There's a scoff from her, but it doesn't really have any bite to it — partly because she's so tired, beyond the point of exhaustion that she's kind of running on fumes, but the other part is that she's just accepted what she has, who she is now.
She glances down at the glass in her hand, idly using her hand to swirl its contents around, and then takes another sip from it. ]
Sometimes I think about what's happening back home. You know, without me. Do they even know I'm gone? Stranded in space with a shitty excuse for whiskey?
[ Cash makes a vague noise in the back of his throat, thoughtful. ]
I've heard... varying things, from folks who've had others show up here. But I don't think anyone knew the other was gone.
[ He doesn't like the opposite thought, either. The thought of his team back home, waiting for him. So he's glad that they probably aren't. Cash makes them wait enough, they don't need to wait for his cosmic vacation, too. ]
It might be like void traveling, back home. Void travelers can spend as much time as they want in another universe, with only a few limits, but they return back to our Earth in the same moment they left. [ Cash shrugs. ] Stands to reason, anyway.
I can't decide if that makes me feel better or worse.
[ Now she's being honest about it, even for her, and the thing is, she can't even tell if it's the whiskey making her loose-lipped or just the fact that she feels like she can say this kind of shit in his company, that she doesn't have to worry about him hearing her and judging her for it. ]
Y'know? Like... at least maybe, time goes differently here and back home they'll never even know I left. But then at the same time, what does that mean when I go back? Am I going to remember everything that happened, or is it just going to be like... poof, gone. [ There are some parts of this ship she wouldn't want to take back with her, but then again, maybe she doesn't want to forget everything either — and that's a separate kind of miserable to think about, as she stares down at the glass in her hand again. ]
[ Downing the rest of his drink gives him a small amount of time to consider his answer. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't worried about not remembering anyone from this, when all's said and done. The longer he spends here, the more he grows attached to people. To forget his friends... ]
Dunno, [ Cash has to admit. Quiet. ] But I hope it's not that last one. Be sad to forget spending so much time here.
[ He's learned a few lessons along the way, too, even if they weren't lessons he particularly wanted. ]
[ There might have been a time where she would have been quick to feign nonchalance, pretend that she would be just fine to go back to her — well, admittedly not-great life sometimes and forget that any of this ever happened to her. At least, that's what the old Wynonna would have done, the one that didn't know any of these people and therefore wouldn't have any reasons to give a shit about them.
That's not where she is now, not anymore. ]
Had some good times already, huh?
[ That prompts a smile from her, more of a half-one, the corner of her mouth edging up crookedly before she looks over in his direction. ]
[ Quirking a smile at her, Cash reaches out to casually tuck a lock of Wynonna's hair behind her closest ear. ]
Why can't it be both?
[ It's the former, not the latter, that he'd be sad to forget, but injecting some sort of humor into the moment just seems like a good idea. No need to let the mood tank entirely. He keeps the same flippant, easy tone as he goes on, even though the fondness of his gaze doesn't match it as he looks at her. ]
Be a shame to forget, uh, having my leg partially eaten by slime. Or swimming on that incredible beach. Or... getting clean in a certain hot spring with a beautiful lady.
[ She feels like she's already floating underwater a little because of the exhaustion and now the booze on top of it, but she thinks she stills when he reaches for her, the sensation of his fingers gently guiding that hair back feeling better than it should have any right to. ]
Oh, that's true. Duh.
[ She tries to scoff, but it doesn't really have any real bite to it, not when he's looking at her like that, not when she can't tear her eyes away from him now either. ]
I can't decide if it's better or worse that you just listed me after the flesh-eating slime. [ She's definitely messing with him, the crookedness of her grin prompting both dimples to emerge, but she hasn't glanced away. ]
[ A chuckle, thick with the emotion in his gaze, spills out of him. Cash makes no move to stop his hand, continuing the gesture until he's stroking his fingers through the back of Wynonna's hair. ]
What can I say, getting part of your leg eaten is pretty memorable.
[ The gentle ribbing from her sets a part of him at peace that he doesn't really want to examine. He just goes with the flow, as he always does, hand trailing down her back. ]
I'm just thankful that things usually aren't that exciting around here.
[ She's not surprised it feels good, when he touches her; it always has, his hands warm and soothing no matter where he puts them. What takes her aback more is the comfort she finds in that touch, her expression softening while she doesn't have the will or the energy to turn her gaze away from his face. ]
Now that you mention it, this part feels a little normal, huh?
[ Drinking, talking, posing questions she doesn't necessarily need an answer to at whatever late hour it happens to be now. It's always harder to tell out in space, anyway.
She's shifted in towards him without fully realizing it until she's there, his hand against her back prompting her to unconsciously be guided, and her eyes search his before she leans in to press a soft kiss to his mouth, her nose sliding against his when she withdraws to whisper. ]
[ As she angles in, Cash unconsciously turns his head and shoulder to match her, smiling against her lips. It does feel normal — he'd be lying if he said that he hadn't gotten used to talking to Wynonna, to comparing problems and seeking solace in her company. He nuzzles the tips of their noses together for a slow, warm moment, leaning his head in to dust her lips with a kiss before he withdraws the same amount she had. ]
'Course.
[ His voice, already starting low, is barely more than a husky murmur. ]
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I haven't had an illness since before my magic manifested, when I was... eleven, twelve, something like that. [ He used to remember the number. Now, it's a bad memory. Ill tidings; the start of his life going downhill. ] No illnesses, m' tired less often, cuts and bruises and injuries heal up immediately. It's not all bad.
[ But it has painted a target on his back. ]
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It's... harder, for me, to get hurt. Has been ever since I became the Earp heir. It's like this curse, whatever it is, makes me faster, stronger. Even when I take a hit, it's easier for me to heal from it quickly. To bounce back.
[ That isn't to say she can't get sick or injured, period, but it makes her tougher than most. ] Pretty sure I haven't had a scar since I fell climbing a rusty tractor back on the homestead and busted up my knee. It's still there, actually.
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But he trusts Wynonna. ]
I guess if you're going to go up against demons, you need all the help you can get, right?
[ Seems cruel to give someone that kind of mission and no other support. ]
Sounds like a very good thing.
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[ There's a scoff from her, but it doesn't really have any bite to it — partly because she's so tired, beyond the point of exhaustion that she's kind of running on fumes, but the other part is that she's just accepted what she has, who she is now.
She glances down at the glass in her hand, idly using her hand to swirl its contents around, and then takes another sip from it. ]
Sometimes I think about what's happening back home. You know, without me. Do they even know I'm gone? Stranded in space with a shitty excuse for whiskey?
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I've heard... varying things, from folks who've had others show up here. But I don't think anyone knew the other was gone.
[ He doesn't like the opposite thought, either. The thought of his team back home, waiting for him. So he's glad that they probably aren't. Cash makes them wait enough, they don't need to wait for his cosmic vacation, too. ]
It might be like void traveling, back home. Void travelers can spend as much time as they want in another universe, with only a few limits, but they return back to our Earth in the same moment they left. [ Cash shrugs. ] Stands to reason, anyway.
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[ Now she's being honest about it, even for her, and the thing is, she can't even tell if it's the whiskey making her loose-lipped or just the fact that she feels like she can say this kind of shit in his company, that she doesn't have to worry about him hearing her and judging her for it. ]
Y'know? Like... at least maybe, time goes differently here and back home they'll never even know I left. But then at the same time, what does that mean when I go back? Am I going to remember everything that happened, or is it just going to be like... poof, gone. [ There are some parts of this ship she wouldn't want to take back with her, but then again, maybe she doesn't want to forget everything either — and that's a separate kind of miserable to think about, as she stares down at the glass in her hand again. ]
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Dunno, [ Cash has to admit. Quiet. ] But I hope it's not that last one. Be sad to forget spending so much time here.
[ He's learned a few lessons along the way, too, even if they weren't lessons he particularly wanted. ]
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That's not where she is now, not anymore. ]
Had some good times already, huh?
[ That prompts a smile from her, more of a half-one, the corner of her mouth edging up crookedly before she looks over in his direction. ]
Or is it secretly just all the hot people?
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Why can't it be both?
[ It's the former, not the latter, that he'd be sad to forget, but injecting some sort of humor into the moment just seems like a good idea. No need to let the mood tank entirely. He keeps the same flippant, easy tone as he goes on, even though the fondness of his gaze doesn't match it as he looks at her. ]
Be a shame to forget, uh, having my leg partially eaten by slime. Or swimming on that incredible beach. Or... getting clean in a certain hot spring with a beautiful lady.
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Oh, that's true. Duh.
[ She tries to scoff, but it doesn't really have any real bite to it, not when he's looking at her like that, not when she can't tear her eyes away from him now either. ]
I can't decide if it's better or worse that you just listed me after the flesh-eating slime. [ She's definitely messing with him, the crookedness of her grin prompting both dimples to emerge, but she hasn't glanced away. ]
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What can I say, getting part of your leg eaten is pretty memorable.
[ The gentle ribbing from her sets a part of him at peace that he doesn't really want to examine. He just goes with the flow, as he always does, hand trailing down her back. ]
I'm just thankful that things usually aren't that exciting around here.
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[ She's not surprised it feels good, when he touches her; it always has, his hands warm and soothing no matter where he puts them. What takes her aback more is the comfort she finds in that touch, her expression softening while she doesn't have the will or the energy to turn her gaze away from his face. ]
Now that you mention it, this part feels a little normal, huh?
[ Drinking, talking, posing questions she doesn't necessarily need an answer to at whatever late hour it happens to be now. It's always harder to tell out in space, anyway.
She's shifted in towards him without fully realizing it until she's there, his hand against her back prompting her to unconsciously be guided, and her eyes search his before she leans in to press a soft kiss to his mouth, her nose sliding against his when she withdraws to whisper. ]
Stay with me tonight?
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'Course.
[ His voice, already starting low, is barely more than a husky murmur. ]
'll be right here.