watch_dogs / wynonna earp } { i been lost somewhere between heaven and hell

[stupetballs]

[The fog has been rolling in for weeks now. Curling up out of the trees, messing with people's minds, and while Waverly and Wynonna did go through a stretch of forgetting things, there's also things that she remembered too.

Things from somewhere else.

Things from Hell.

She doesn't know if Wynonna remembers, and she doesn't want to ask. She doesn't want to think that if for some reason she doesn't, her question is the thing that triggers the deluge of memories of the pain and suffering they spent there. So she keeps it to herself, toiling away with Jeremy and regular cases and hoping that one day, she'll be able to put it all behind them.

They get a call one day, about someone having been found in the fog. It's unsure how much of an affect it's had on him, but Jeremy manages to divert him back to Shorty's so they can get a better look at him. He doesn't have any ID, any phone, and he's definitely not one of the locals. But the moment they place him on the pool table to get a better look, Waverly almost drops the bottle of whiskey in her hand.]

Oh my god, Aiden.

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[the_vigilante]

[Aiden hums, the sound apologetic]

[a pause follows, a wry smile, and then:] Well, at least our lives are consistently shitty. [and Hell was the rule, not the exception]

[stupetballs]

[She lets out a half laugh, before shaking her head.]

Purgatory has at least seventy-five percent less torture, if it helps.

[the_vigilante]

[he breathes out a laugh, too]

Least there's that.

[a beat]

Thanks.

[for offering to use her resources to keep an eye out for Ray, which is how they got to this point in the conversation in the first place. he wants to make sure he says that]

[stupetballs]

Always.

[Aiden was one of her best friends in Hell. She wouldn't hang him out to dry. Hopefully Ray won't leave him waiting long.]

Let's go see if we can win over Hurricane Wynonna.