Sin City - Wendy, Gail/Dwight - Mark my words
Title: Mark my words
Fandom: Sin City
Pairing: Wendy, Gail (mentioned Gail/Dwight)
Wordcount: 427
Rating: PG
Challenge: comicdrabbles - revolution
Challenge: 100_women - morning
„You can’t keep him here and you know it.“
Gail exhales audibly and grits her teeth.
“I don’t care if you love him, I don’t care if he’s getting killed when he leaves -“
Wendy falls silent when the other woman shoots up from her kneeling position at Dwight’s bed - who’s still unconscious - and brings her face close to her own.
“Careful what you’re saying,” the dominatrix hisses. “He has helped us out of some deep shit in the past, and I don’t plan on turning my back on him now.”
Wendy doesn’t flinch back, stands her ground. “I know and also appreciate that. I’m not saying to throw him out now, but I also know that you want him to stay here for good. And that’s just not possible.”
Gail cocks her head and shows a sneering grin. “Is it now. And if I say he stays … he stays.”
For a moment neither says a word until Wendy crosses her arms. “I don’t think the other girls will like it.”
Gail huffs and turns away to kneel at Dwight’s bed again. “As if I care.”
“Oh, you WILL care when they stand up to you.” Now it’s Wendy’s turn to show a self-confident grin. “They won’t take a man living here. Never. Not with our history.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Do you think you’re the only one who has someone out there you want to protect? Believe me, there are others who sacrificed their love because it was against the rules to have men here permanently. They did it because they respect our law, our way of handling Old Town.”
Gail stays quiet.
“And then you come along and decide to bend these rules to your liking.” Wendy’s tone becomes a taunting one and she laughs mirthlessly.
“No, Gail. That’s not how our world works. Mark my words,” the blonde starts and walks up to her, leans in to speak directly into Gail’s ear. “There will be a revolution, and I will be in the front row when it comes to that.”
With that she leaves the room, leaves a torn woman behind. Gail sighs and buries her face in her hands, allowing a moment of weakness when no one’s there to witness it.
“I’ll be gone in the morning,” a hoarse voice startles her suddenly and when she looks up again Dwight eyes her.
Her lip trembles and a bitter tear falls onto the white sheet. “I’m sorry,” she breathes silently and leans in when he lifts a shaking hand to cup her cheek.
Fandom: Sin City
Pairing: Wendy, Gail (mentioned Gail/Dwight)
Wordcount: 427
Rating: PG
Challenge: comicdrabbles - revolution
Challenge: 100_women - morning
„You can’t keep him here and you know it.“
Gail exhales audibly and grits her teeth.
“I don’t care if you love him, I don’t care if he’s getting killed when he leaves -“
Wendy falls silent when the other woman shoots up from her kneeling position at Dwight’s bed - who’s still unconscious - and brings her face close to her own.
“Careful what you’re saying,” the dominatrix hisses. “He has helped us out of some deep shit in the past, and I don’t plan on turning my back on him now.”
Wendy doesn’t flinch back, stands her ground. “I know and also appreciate that. I’m not saying to throw him out now, but I also know that you want him to stay here for good. And that’s just not possible.”
Gail cocks her head and shows a sneering grin. “Is it now. And if I say he stays … he stays.”
For a moment neither says a word until Wendy crosses her arms. “I don’t think the other girls will like it.”
Gail huffs and turns away to kneel at Dwight’s bed again. “As if I care.”
“Oh, you WILL care when they stand up to you.” Now it’s Wendy’s turn to show a self-confident grin. “They won’t take a man living here. Never. Not with our history.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Do you think you’re the only one who has someone out there you want to protect? Believe me, there are others who sacrificed their love because it was against the rules to have men here permanently. They did it because they respect our law, our way of handling Old Town.”
Gail stays quiet.
“And then you come along and decide to bend these rules to your liking.” Wendy’s tone becomes a taunting one and she laughs mirthlessly.
“No, Gail. That’s not how our world works. Mark my words,” the blonde starts and walks up to her, leans in to speak directly into Gail’s ear. “There will be a revolution, and I will be in the front row when it comes to that.”
With that she leaves the room, leaves a torn woman behind. Gail sighs and buries her face in her hands, allowing a moment of weakness when no one’s there to witness it.
“I’ll be gone in the morning,” a hoarse voice startles her suddenly and when she looks up again Dwight eyes her.
Her lip trembles and a bitter tear falls onto the white sheet. “I’m sorry,” she breathes silently and leans in when he lifts a shaking hand to cup her cheek.