Memories long-forgotten don't come back in a flood, to all be remembered at once, but in a steady stream or a slow trickle, piece by piece, to eventually put a jigsaw of history together. But the one thing that's stood out against everything else, the person who appears in so many of the pieces she's earned back, is him. She doesn't remember how they met, but she remembers how important he was to her. She remembers feeling safe and protected with him.
That's why it's so easy to get wrapped back up in him again. Because she already was, before, and he represents safety to her. So she waits until her sisters are otherwise occupied for the night and then she slips out and away from the homestead, making a beeline for her rendezvous spot.
She doesn't immediately see him, but... maybe she's early. Maybe he's hiding. He does so enjoy games. She wanders around the base of the tree, staring up trying to see if she can make out any movement up in the treehouse. Nothing as far as she could tell... but she may as well duck inside while she waits.
He's waiting for her in the treehouse, because it's smarter to keep out of sight. No sense in calling attention, and the pattern is easy enough to pick up again no matter how long she was gone. So he sits, and he waits, until he hears her at the base of the tree, and he almost pops his head out to give her a clue but then she moves towards the treehouse and there's no need. So he settles back in a chair and waits until she steps through the doorway, crosses the space to pull her into his arms, nuzzles at her neck, inhales the scent of her until it invades the whole of him.
He'd missed her more than he has words for, had gone a little crazy when she was taken from him, but now that he has her back he's never letting her go if he can help it.
Instantly, he's crowding her space and there's nothing unsettling about it. She circles her arms around his neck and buries her face into the crook of his neck.
"I miss you," she whispers softly in his ear, clinging tight with no intention of letting go just yet. She just tilts her head and presses her lips to his in a kiss full of equal parts desperation and a sense of home.
Safe. Safe. safe. Her body thrums with the feeling of it with his arms around her.
The attack on the homestead was years and years ago, feels like a whole different lifetime now, in a lot of ways. Willa never really understood why Bobo saved her that day, and she was not a perfect captive initially. But over time, she came to trust him. Especially when it seemed that her own family had given up hope of finding her, and stopped looking altogether. By then, he was the only one she could trust.
That trust slowly morphed into something else altogether the older she got. Bobo became the only person in her entire world, and that... came to mean something that she hadn't understood when she was younger.
The memories were fuzzy and came back piecemeal at first, but once she remembered him, it was a little bit all downhill from there. It was so easy to fall right back into trusting him, because for so long he was the only one she could trust. A decade of no one but him was a long damn time– almost as much time she she'd had with her own family before she was whisked away from The Seven.
And that's how she sees it, if she's honest. That she was saved, by someone who maybe shouldn't have saved her at all, but he had, and how could she hate him for that?
She sits in the treehouse, waiting for him. There are plans that need finalizing, but more importantly than that, she just wants to see him.
Waverly is his angel. Wynonna is his nemesis. Ward was his way out. But Willa— Willa is so much more. Willa is hope for salvation, for freedom, for peace. All he'd wanted on the night Ward was shot was a key, a lead out of the Triangle. But Willa's heart proved to be a balm for his withered soul. He was a religious man once, but Hell tortured faith out of him. Christ could not offer him salvation, not after the Snake himself cursed him to the place of eternal torment. No one could.
Except Willa, who wanted freedom as much as he did, and understood the pain that turned him into this wretched thing, the curse that made Robert Svane into Bobo Del Rey.
Waverly is his angel, who sat with him as he died his only peaceful death. Wynonna holds the key. But Willa is his savior.
For the first time in far too long, Bobo feels hope in his heart, burning in his chest as he approaches the treehouse. Constance took Willa away from him, cruel as she has ever been, but fate, or chance, or love— something brought Willa back to him. She remembers, and she still yearns for the same freedom he does.
He climbs the steps easily, as if what binds them is pulling him up. He opens the door and there she is. Breathtaking, strength in every cell of her body.
"Willa."
His voice is unusually soft, as if he's afraid he'll break this gift if he's not careful.
"I missed you."
Soft, but fervent. He walks to her and reaches out a hand to cup her cheek. She's warm and soft. She's here. She's back.
Bobo closes his eyes, savoring the sensation and all it means.
And there he is. Like a breath of fresh air, like the answer to every problem she's ever had. That same, confident swagger she remembers as he approaches her.
"Hi." She breathes the word out in a whisper, staring at him like there's a chance he'll disappear before her very eyes if she isn't careful. She leans into the hand at her cheek for a moment before she leans up on her toes to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The kiss is deep, the kind of thing that comes from her toes and she pushes everything she feels for him into it.
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on 2021-04-04 05:23 am (UTC)That's why it's so easy to get wrapped back up in him again. Because she already was, before, and he represents safety to her. So she waits until her sisters are otherwise occupied for the night and then she slips out and away from the homestead, making a beeline for her rendezvous spot.
She doesn't immediately see him, but... maybe she's early. Maybe he's hiding. He does so enjoy games. She wanders around the base of the tree, staring up trying to see if she can make out any movement up in the treehouse. Nothing as far as she could tell... but she may as well duck inside while she waits.
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on 2021-04-04 10:42 am (UTC)He'd missed her more than he has words for, had gone a little crazy when she was taken from him, but now that he has her back he's never letting her go if he can help it.
"Welcome home."
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on 2021-04-10 01:22 am (UTC)"I miss you," she whispers softly in his ear, clinging tight with no intention of letting go just yet. She just tilts her head and presses her lips to his in a kiss full of equal parts desperation and a sense of home.
Safe.
Safe.
safe.
Her body thrums with the feeling of it with his arms around her.
{You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath » @bobothefool
on 2021-12-02 05:24 pm (UTC)That trust slowly morphed into something else altogether the older she got. Bobo became the only person in her entire world, and that... came to mean something that she hadn't understood when she was younger.
The memories were fuzzy and came back piecemeal at first, but once she remembered him, it was a little bit all downhill from there. It was so easy to fall right back into trusting him, because for so long he was the only one she could trust. A decade of no one but him was a long damn time– almost as much time she she'd had with her own family before she was whisked away from The Seven.
And that's how she sees it, if she's honest. That she was saved, by someone who maybe shouldn't have saved her at all, but he had, and how could she hate him for that?
She sits in the treehouse, waiting for him. There are plans that need finalizing, but more importantly than that, she just wants to see him.
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on 2021-12-03 12:31 am (UTC)Except Willa, who wanted freedom as much as he did, and understood the pain that turned him into this wretched thing, the curse that made Robert Svane into Bobo Del Rey.
Waverly is his angel, who sat with him as he died his only peaceful death. Wynonna holds the key. But Willa is his savior.
For the first time in far too long, Bobo feels hope in his heart, burning in his chest as he approaches the treehouse. Constance took Willa away from him, cruel as she has ever been, but fate, or chance, or love— something brought Willa back to him. She remembers, and she still yearns for the same freedom he does.
He climbs the steps easily, as if what binds them is pulling him up. He opens the door and there she is. Breathtaking, strength in every cell of her body.
"Willa."
His voice is unusually soft, as if he's afraid he'll break this gift if he's not careful.
"I missed you."
Soft, but fervent. He walks to her and reaches out a hand to cup her cheek. She's warm and soft. She's here. She's back.
Bobo closes his eyes, savoring the sensation and all it means.
"So much."
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on 2021-12-21 07:52 pm (UTC)"Hi." She breathes the word out in a whisper, staring at him like there's a chance he'll disappear before her very eyes if she isn't careful. She leans into the hand at her cheek for a moment before she leans up on her toes to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The kiss is deep, the kind of thing that comes from her toes and she pushes everything she feels for him into it.