Disclaimer: Of course I don't own all seven of them. It would be silly if I did. I only own Vin.
Spoilers/warnings: Penance (duh, it's an epilogue). Bad language. Vin cusses when he's in a bad mood
Good/evil, light/dark, pleasure/pain, birth/death, yin/yang, heaven hell, love/hate. Can't have one without the other. Everything has to have two sides - two halves of a whole. Each side makes the whole, but each is so different, so fucking different.Excuse the language. Trying to cut back but right now it's awfully hard.
So there are two sides to everything. I know this, just sometimes it's hard accept. Why can't I have the good without the evil, pleasure without pain, and heaven on earth without the hell of life?
Here I go, getting all philosophical, not bad for an uneducated, uncouth tracker like myself, as Ezra is so fond of saying.
Back to the point. I realize that in order to have the desirable, you've got to take the other side that comes with it. That's life. Doesn't mean that I have to like it.
See there is this one side of Chris Larabee. The one who is a compassionate, soulful lover. Extraordinary leader. Can get out of any situation. The side that was willing to stand up to a lynching mob.
Then there is this other side. The judgmental, egotistical, self-righteous bastard. The side that can be so damn thick-headed and insensitive to others that it's mind-numbing.
Damn him.
He didn't even try to defend Josiah to that Pinkerton detective. All for what, because Josiah didn't want to talk about his problems. Shit, you would think he would understand that. Everyone has secrets, things they'd rather not say. And that crack about losing yourself in the bottle, well if that ain't the pot calling the kettle black
Bastard.
What really pisses me off is that he didn't believe in Josiah, but he believed me. He believed me after only knowing him a few days and he doubts Josiah after knowing him over a year. What kind of friend is that?
Chris said how well can you really know anyone, and I guess that's true because as soon as you have someone figured out, you find out about the other side.
Well, I guess I better dust myself off and go back to town. No telling what kind of trouble they can get in without me.
"Vin?"
Well, I'll be damned, if it isn't the pious Chris Larabee coming to pass judgment on me with his almighty beliefs and his gorgeous, full lips.
"I'm sorry. I know I've been…" I stopped listening to him and just concentrated on him. On his lips, his eyes, his hands as they fingered with his hat, a nervous habit he has.
I watched those fingers move over the cloth and started thinking of those fingers running through my hair, down my body, his lips following his fingers. Fuck. Which is exactly what I want to do to him.
As I walk over to him, I am damn glad there is the other side.
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