We the Wicked Ones

[unraisehell]

WHO: Wynonna Earp
WHERE: Wherever she can find Bobo alone.
WHEN: any time after 9/15, or at least later in the day.
OPEN TO: Bobo Del Rey
WARNINGS: Probably spoilers for WE seasons 1-early 3. Possible sensitive content about kidnapped teenage girls locked in treehouses. And language. And just general Wynonna-ness.

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The second she'd heard the name Bobo Del Rey, she'd known she'd have to find him.

Now, she has. She storms into the room like she belongs there- like she has more of a right to where he is than she does.

"Bobo Del Fucking Rey," she announces herself. "Did you know? Did you fucking feed my sister to a demon? Did you have some fucking deal with Miction?"

She isn't afraid to name-drop the demon- and does it purposefully- she wants him to know she knows the name of the thing, something older and possibly more powerful than the Demon Clootie that cursed them both. Something capable of manifesting on a physical plane as a thing from HP Lovecraft's messed up wet dreams.

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[unraisehell]

"I won't be back. I believe you really think you and Willa were in love," she sounds more sad than angry when she says that. Like she'd been hoping she'd be able to lay more blame on him, to take the weight off herself.

"I hope you get to stay here. Robert Svain didn't deserve to die the way he did, and maybe he can rest here. Maybe you even deserve it, for keeping Waverly safe. But I still don't want to look at you."

And after that, he's alone again.