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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 4:20:26 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Yes. He agreed. She was by far the more precious thing, to both of them which was why they needed to figure out a plan. And as hard as it was to say goodbye to her . . . they would have to. But every possibility in his mind froze, numbed when Wynonna said what she did. He turned to look at her, trying to determine whether he was just hearing things.
If there was any way he could have misunderstood what she was telling him. No. Surely she would not ask this of him. Surely she would not send them both away. His place -- as he had learned many years ago -- was with the Earps. Always with the Earps. "I would do anything for you Wynonna. Anything and everything." He loved her, and would fight with every last breath for her. "But please, do not ask this of me." His voice pleading, practically begging her.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 4:14:59 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc couldn't help but feel relieved when she said that she had been thinking of the house. So long as Waverly was alright with it, Doc was more than happy about such arrangements. He wanted to help, and be there every step of the way. "Well, that's good," he acknowledged, gratitude in his voice. "I've even been learnin' how to change diapers." He required several visual aids and he even secretly practised -- something that only Jeremy knew about as he was the one providing the material to do so.
His smile grew as Wynonna spoke of how beautiful she was. "A true reflection of her mother." And he meant it. Of all the regrets he had in the world, this certainly was not one of them. They had created a life together and it truly was a beautiful thing; a beautiful being. "Oh I should hope not," he said with an amused smile. He looked at Wynonna, leaning forward and kissing her gently on the forehead. "Thank you," he said in a low voice, thick with sincerity. Thank you, for bringing her into this world and for allowing him to be a part of all this.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 4:09:34 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc looked at her as she thanked him for helping Dolls. "Well it is as I said before, I didn't do it for him." On some level . . . he did. But ultimately, it was because of Wynonna. Before he had not killed Dolls because of her. Then he tolerated Dolls because of her. And now . . . he was -- dare he say -- friends with the man, because of her. He knew how difficult it would be for Wynonna if any harm came to Xavier Dolls and if Doc wasn't doing anything to help him, well then, he would be partly to blame.
He wanted to spare Wynonna of feeling any loss for the man. She had lost enough loved ones in her life. Besides, it allowed them these precious moments. Moments where her guard was lowered enough to smile softly like that. As if she was simply a woman and he a man and there was nothing else outside of these walls. No complications, no life or death threats. No curse to break. Here they were simply Wynonna and Doc. And damn, when she smiled at him like that he felt like a school boy, weak in the knees and heart racing. Enough that he could help but take off his hat and lean forward, lightly kissing her lips and hoping it would not tarnish the moment.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 6, 2020 3:31:49 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't pretend anymore. Pretend that all of this didn't hurt. He had his hopes up one too many times and he needed to leave. So when Kate texted him, it was the perfect excuse to depart. He excused himself, rose from the table, grabbed his hat and coat, and was on his way out. He had been in the Christmas spirit before . . . before. Before the emotions came out. The vulnerability.
Usually, Doc knew that they would just move on from this. That whatever disagreements they had, they would work through. But somehow, this time felt different. It wasn't so easy to move on and forget. Once Doc was outside he lit a cigarillo, and started to make his way to the car. He heard the door open but didn't bother to look back. Could have been Waverly. Could have been Jeremy. The last person he expected it would be, was Wynonna. So he just kept moving forward.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 5, 2020 4:42:01 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He smiled at her response, speaking to the others perhaps needing to take a break from champagne for a while. It was fortunate that it was not one of Doc's frequent beverages that he consumed. As she walked past him, and their shoulders touched, his smile grew a little, enjoying whatever contact he had with her. More often than not, craving it. Waverly had asked him to try with her but the truth was -- just as he had said to her -- well, they both knew what it was. Replaying it in his mind was painful, and seeing it and what may have been something blossoming between her and Dolls, was something else.
He had told her that she could kiss whoever she wanted, but seeing it . . . Doc needed to shake it off. "I hear the car you gifted me with was destroyed." Burned, apparently. From what he had been told. "I do regret it met it's end in such a way. It served it's purpose at least . . . mostly." Considering it had broken down more than one time. How Clootie kept that thing running for so long was truly a mystery to him. Truth was, he was just trying to fill the silence with lighter conversations, masking any deeper ones that threatened to emerge.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 5, 2020 4:34:40 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE He was out. He was finally out. Words could not describe his joy when his feet landed on the ground. When he was out of that . . . place. He found whatever lake he could to quickly wash up . . . and to figure out what the hell as going on. After washing his face, he heard footsteps nearby. Yes. He was on edge. More than ever. Being locked way for . . . well, over a hundred years, would do that to a person. Deciding to follow the noise, he moved quietly, remaining unseen. How the world had changed and yet . . . he didn't even know the half of it.
He was still out of town, in the outskirts but Doc had to have some idea of what was going on before he ventured there. The trail had led him to a few people. One of which looked familiar. Very familiar. Deciding to take his chances, Doc stepped out of concealment, both guns pointing forward as his eyes scanned through the others, resting on what appeared to be the man in charge. "Well, well. What do we have here?" Why did the man in the fur coat look so familiar to him; a recognition that grew as Doc stepped closer, but still far enough from them so to keep a bit of distance.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 5, 2020 4:14:41 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE All conversation and thought was ceased the moment Wynonna's lips touched his. The woman had the ability to steal his breath and make his heart race. He only recognized that his hat was off of him when it eased the access he had to her lips, making it far easier to reach, far more convenient. He deepened the embrace, his own hand going to her waist, turning her a little bit and stepping forward to move her until her back was against the nearby wall.
Some kisses were tender. Some short. Others . . . led to something more. Both hands rested on either side of her waist, gently pressing her against the wall. It was moments like these where previous conversations of how there was no 'us' fled his mind . . . and yet, the irony cause it was situations like these where he needed to remember it the most. But he supposed he was the fool who would rather be with her in some way, than no way at all.
It may set him up for heartbreak in the future but he would take whatever he could get. Easing out of it, he worked to catch his breath, and let his thoughts catch up to his mind . . . but not too much. "Wynonna . . . " Was all he managed to get out, not even sure what to say. Perhaps giving her the chance to stop them before it went any further. Perhaps just to say it for the sake of it. Either way, it escaped his lips and he waited only a few more seconds before he kissed her again; more intensely, more heated.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 5, 2020 3:17:25 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc smiled with amusement as he thought back to that story. "Fortunately there was a river nearby. It was either that or a trough. But I wasn't about to smell more like cow than I already did." This could be perhaps one of the examples where he swam in a lake naked. Something that was apparently far more scandalous in this day and age. She then spoke to having done it in a barn before. "Charmin' place. But you also ain't the only one who used it for such . . . vigorous activity," he said with a bit of a wink. He then listened to hers, talking about broken into a bar to get something back.
He noticed now how security seemed to be a lot stronger in bars. Back in the day, he need only kick open the doors and he was in. "Now do I wanna know how that happened?" He asked with clear teasing in his voice. But alas; fair was fair. He took a drink, downing the beverage in the small shot glass. "Some fool cheated me out of my chips. I went back to settle the score." Cheating gamblers. He paused as he thought of another prompt. This game was turning out to be quite interesting. "Never have I ever, courted a married woman." He paused for a moment. "or man." Knowing her preference. And to that, he downed his drink.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 5, 2020 2:43:14 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE The past little while had been difficult, to say the least. It was not just losing their daughter which had only cut wounds deeper in him. It was odd. How he could lose someone he'd only met once and be so impacted by it. While it fuelled the need to break the curse and defeat Bulshar, it was not the only thing that kept Doc up at night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it. Felt it. The fires of hell. The endless torture. Now knowing what Revenants endured; now knowing that he was just like them. No better, perhaps worse.
That he was now mortal and with their dangerous line of work, any day he could die and be subject to this torturous fate. Yes. It made it hard to close his eyes. It made it hard to talk to anyone. So when these training sessions arose, all night . . . Doc welcomed it. A way to distract his body and mind. He took a large chug of the bottle of whiskey sitting on the side of the barn.
Clad in a sleeveless shirt, not having changed his bandage for days. His hand was still healing, but it hardly stopped him. There were far more painful things in this life, and after it. He raised his hands in front of him, taking a swing at Wynonna though she managed to swiftly move out of the way. He tried again and she easily dodged that one too. Weaponless combat was not his strong suit but he was learning, and would hopefully continue to do so.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 5, 2020 2:23:49 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Once they were in the room alone, she introduced herself as Wynonna. The name didn't ring a bell in the slightest. And then she went on to say that they call her that. They? Who was they? "Oh I wouldn't dream of it." Calling her . . . tight ass Wynonna.
"But who is this they that you are referring to?" Maybe that would give him some clarity on the situation or at least touch on why he was so familiar to her but she was not to him. Or, maybe he should just ask straight up. "I would also introduce myself but it seems as if you already know who I am. Placing me at a slight disadvantage." The words calm, non threatened, but still, curious. "Especially as I do not recall meeting you before. I doubt I would forget a woman such as yourself." Perhaps there was a hint of flirtation in his voice. How could he not flirt with a beautiful woman? Strangely dressed, yes, but still beautiful.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 4, 2020 23:25:39 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Men wore that?! It was not a mental image that Doc wished to have in his mind. He'd much rather picture it on Wynonna . . . which, she was certainly helping make clearer as she moved closer to him, speaking of how they would have to be bigger in the front. Why yes, yes they would. And she knew that quite well considering what occurred between them in the woods.
He knew what she said afterwards, and he was willing to be in her life however she wished him to be . . . but the flirtatious exchanges between them and now the way it was carrying on . . . Doc couldn't help but wonder. "Are you now . . . " He said with the same tone, his smile still in place as his eyes dropped before moving back to meet her own. "''fraid I've never seen them before. Might be easier to understand this . . . clothing by seeing on your first hand." He hadn't even fully realized that he too had shifted a bit closer to her. Yes, they were treading in dangerous waters but something that had been so good . . . so incredible, shouldn't only be a one time occurrence. It was too amazing to be just a one time thing.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 4, 2020 23:08:27 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Huh. An elevator lift. Now, that was interesting indeed. It didn't surprise Doc, what with all the inventions that took place while he was sheltered from the world. "Fascinating," he stated but clearly not impressed. He was still trying to recover from being trapped in the enclosed space.
"I do like stairs. Stairs are good." Stars he wasn't stuck in a small moving box. He followed Wynonna to where they were, easily making his way up them. "There are so many things here that I am unfamiliar with. I suppose it's just going to take time to catch up on all that I have missed." Trying to make light of the situation while speaking aloud his thoughts when it came to being in this big city. "Some surprises are better than others." For instance: a vending machine as they called it was a far better surprise then this elevator.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 4, 2020 23:02:33 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc looked at Wynonna as she descended the stairs and then back at the strange piece of cloth. "Why on Earth would I want to try this on? It looks like a muzzle for a horse." That as the only thing he could think of that would require such thin straps on the side.
Very impractical though. A horse would snap that thing right off. Then, she took it from him and held it the right way up. Doc may be a bit slow but he wasn't that slow in picking up modern things. "I see," he said a bit pensively, slightly tilting his head to the side, a smile appearing on his lips. "So that is what women folk are wearin' these days then." They had sex before but she had not been wearing one of those. He most certainly would have remembered if she was.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 4, 2020 21:12:09 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc knew it was coming and at the same time, didn't want to hear it. How he so desperately wished that there was another way to protect their baby. But if nothing else, this gave them more motivation than ever to break the curse. So that Alice would never have to. And yet . . . despite the logic and rational reasoning, Doc didn't want to let her go.
"This ain't easy," he said speaking aloud what he knew they both were feeling. "I know that we have to but . . . " To hold her now . . . nothing compared to that feeling. To these emotions. "It just ain't easy," he reiterated. Emotion was getting the better of him and he knew that as hard as this was for him, it had to be that much harder for Wynonna. Tearing his gaze away from their baby, he looked at the Earp heir. "To whom can we trust her with?" He asked, wondering who was willing to take her out of town, that wasn't needed here.
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Post by Doc Holliday on Apr 4, 2020 2:36:39 GMT
darlin' I'M EVERYBODY'S TYPE Doc was ready to pry open the orders or shoot his way out . . . but Wynonna pressed more buttons and before he knew it, the doors opened. He quickly stumbled out of the small enclosed space, and into the open hall. He managed to regain some composure rather than completely falling on his face, and put his hand on his chest as if to calm his heavy beating hard -- and not for the good reason.
"What . . . the hell was that?" He asked, glaring at the two doors that closed on their own yet again. He took another step back, creating more and more distance between him and the strange contraption. "Flying? I ain't flying anywhere." Planes. He'd read about them. Course he was in the bottom of a well when they were invented, but considering his unease with heights . . . "Can barley stand one of those . . . moving boxes." Or whatever the hell it was!
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