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Wynonna Earp (
2017-07-11 06:29 am (UTC)
1. 'domestic' bliss?
The first thing Wynonna was aware of was the sound of birds chirping and rather cheerfully at that. Almost like they were having fun with the fact that every little chirp from their tiny beaks felt like stabbing needles into her skull. Groaning, she pulled the pillow from under her head and pressed it over her face in an attempt to block out the noise but it proved to be only a temporary relief before the sound seemed to sink through the thickness of the pillow too.
Giving up, she brought her pillow up and dropped it on her stomach before finally opening her eyes to stare at the ceiling of her room. Except that it didn't look right.
"What the actual fu..." It kind of sucked to sit up as quickly as she did since the pain of doing so felt like a fist to the side of her head and her stomach but she barely noticed it as she stared at the room around her in mild horror. It looked like her room but nicer. Ten times nicer, in fact. It was also clean and not just clean but also...organized?
Scrambling out of the bed and jumping back like she had been burned, she stared at the queen sized bed that was definitely not the bed she had passed out in. It wasn't old or even had a metal frame to it. Nope, it was dark, polished wood with a nice headboard and bedding. It also matched the rest of the furniture in the room.
It was all kind of horrifying.
"Waves?" She yelled for her sister as she rushed out of her room and towards her sister's room, calling out again. "Waverly! What happened last night...."
Slamming into her sister's room, Wynonna stopped dead as she found herself staring at an office. At least, she was sure it was an office since there was a desk and file cabinets. There was even a computer set up but currently off at the moment. No sign of her sister's furniture or clothes. Nothing that belonged to Waverly at all.
She was just about to turn and fly out of the room when a picture caught her attention. It also caused her to hold her breath as she moved forward slowly, her head still buzzing as she focused on the two figures who stood beaming at whoever had been taking the picture while keeping their arms around each other. In fact, it almost looked like the couple was dancing their first dance with the woman in a stunning white dress and the man in a stylish suit.
The whole scene looked perfectly normal except for the fact that it was her and Dolls. As the bride and groom.
"What the fuck?" She plucked up the frame, studying the picture before turning it over to look at the back like she expected to find it was a trick or there was some kind of answer on the back. Turning it back over, she looked at the picture again before quickly setting it down and rushing out of the room. Now she had no idea what to make of what was happening.
As she looked through the rest of the house, it seemed like she was home but everything was nicer like it had been fixed up for a family or at least a happily married couple. She was also seeing different little masculine touches that made her think of Dolls but what the hell was going on? More than that, where was he and did he know what was happening?
Also, how much had she drank the night before??
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