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[August 10th] [The Wild Wild West] Fliptop Twister
Title: Fliptop Twister
Day/Theme: August 10th - our romance after long silence
Series: The Wild Wild West (specifically, The Poisonous Posey episode)
Character/Pairing: Snakes Tolliver/Chita McCarthy (she's an OC; he's in my icon)
Rating: K+/PG
Continued from prior pieces.
By Lucky_Ladybug
I figured out before too long into things that being married to Chita was a real confusion. I tried not to fight with her as much as possible, even when I was upset about the serial flirting or other aggravating things. On the other hand, she would go into moods, start arguments, and then storm out. It was always the same pattern and I always had to go find her to finish it up. She'd never come back by herself. Well, maybe she would have if I'd left her for days, but the longest I could bring myself to hold out was overnight. When she wasn't back by morning, I knew I'd have to go looking once again.
I thought she was just temperamental, one of those crazy women I'd always heard about who always gets mad over real or imagined little things instead of focusing on the big picture. I never thought I'd actually marry somebody like that or fall in love with them. I thought I'd recognize what they were and break things off before it got serious. But I was already married to her and I was still determined to stick it out at that point.
I'm not sure when it really dawned on me that Chita was a very different type of woman. She wasn't at all the type who flew off the handle at every little thing. She just wanted me to think that she was. She got some kind of sick pleasure out of us fighting and me having to go looking for her. Why? I honestly have no idea.
I confronted her about it when I realized. She took her usual approach, telling me I should let it go and that it really wasn't a bad thing. I should be grateful that she thought so much of me that she wanted me to come find her each time.
I guess that was one good thing about her, at least: when she was caught, she didn't lie. Of course, that was only if she was caught. Good luck getting the truth from her at other times.
I was just starting to branch out into the different pies I'd talked about at the time. I got the freight business, got it running even better than before, and was taking on a shipping line. The railroad was still a dream in the future. The last thing I had time for was to go chasing all over town for Chita after one of the arguments she started, but I never doled out that task to anybody else. I'd put whatever I was doing on hold and go look for her.
Most times when I found her, she'd be pretending to pout and she wouldn't talk to me for a while. I'd sit down next to her or stand by her and try to talk to her about what'd gone wrong or what she felt I'd done. She'd turn away or glare into the distance and just let me keep talking for however long she wanted. Then, when she'd feel like I'd said enough or been tortured enough, she'd smile and throw her arms around me and kiss me and all would be "forgiven."
I've asked myself a lot if I actually fell in love with her over time or if I was always just in love with the idea of having somebody around who'd technically care about me. Maybe if I wasn't really in love with her, it made her think she could just do whatever she wanted to me and it was okay. But of course it wasn't okay. And whether I was actually in love with her or not, I'd devoted myself to being as loyal a husband as possible.
Of course, I'm not perfect. Far from it. And I probably really caused her some headaches during those months. Even now, I don't fully know which arguments were actually started over things that bothered her and which were just started so she could get her kicks. I just remember how agonizing it was when the cycle started over again and how much I longed for that kiss and hug that signaled we could go back to normal until she felt like starting it all over again.
Sometimes it almost seemed like she was deliberately trying to push me into throwing in the towel. But even if divorce was as common as it is today, I still would have felt that I had to stick it out and make it work. I wasn't ready to give up. And of course, the last thing she wanted was for me to hit my breaking point. At least, she sure didn't want me to hit it then.
So when the time came for us to make up, I'd return the hug and kiss and just pray that I could do better in the future so that she wouldn't find so many things wrong with me.
Day/Theme: August 10th - our romance after long silence
Series: The Wild Wild West (specifically, The Poisonous Posey episode)
Character/Pairing: Snakes Tolliver/Chita McCarthy (she's an OC; he's in my icon)
Rating: K+/PG
Continued from prior pieces.
I figured out before too long into things that being married to Chita was a real confusion. I tried not to fight with her as much as possible, even when I was upset about the serial flirting or other aggravating things. On the other hand, she would go into moods, start arguments, and then storm out. It was always the same pattern and I always had to go find her to finish it up. She'd never come back by herself. Well, maybe she would have if I'd left her for days, but the longest I could bring myself to hold out was overnight. When she wasn't back by morning, I knew I'd have to go looking once again.
I thought she was just temperamental, one of those crazy women I'd always heard about who always gets mad over real or imagined little things instead of focusing on the big picture. I never thought I'd actually marry somebody like that or fall in love with them. I thought I'd recognize what they were and break things off before it got serious. But I was already married to her and I was still determined to stick it out at that point.
I'm not sure when it really dawned on me that Chita was a very different type of woman. She wasn't at all the type who flew off the handle at every little thing. She just wanted me to think that she was. She got some kind of sick pleasure out of us fighting and me having to go looking for her. Why? I honestly have no idea.
I confronted her about it when I realized. She took her usual approach, telling me I should let it go and that it really wasn't a bad thing. I should be grateful that she thought so much of me that she wanted me to come find her each time.
I guess that was one good thing about her, at least: when she was caught, she didn't lie. Of course, that was only if she was caught. Good luck getting the truth from her at other times.
I was just starting to branch out into the different pies I'd talked about at the time. I got the freight business, got it running even better than before, and was taking on a shipping line. The railroad was still a dream in the future. The last thing I had time for was to go chasing all over town for Chita after one of the arguments she started, but I never doled out that task to anybody else. I'd put whatever I was doing on hold and go look for her.
Most times when I found her, she'd be pretending to pout and she wouldn't talk to me for a while. I'd sit down next to her or stand by her and try to talk to her about what'd gone wrong or what she felt I'd done. She'd turn away or glare into the distance and just let me keep talking for however long she wanted. Then, when she'd feel like I'd said enough or been tortured enough, she'd smile and throw her arms around me and kiss me and all would be "forgiven."
I've asked myself a lot if I actually fell in love with her over time or if I was always just in love with the idea of having somebody around who'd technically care about me. Maybe if I wasn't really in love with her, it made her think she could just do whatever she wanted to me and it was okay. But of course it wasn't okay. And whether I was actually in love with her or not, I'd devoted myself to being as loyal a husband as possible.
Of course, I'm not perfect. Far from it. And I probably really caused her some headaches during those months. Even now, I don't fully know which arguments were actually started over things that bothered her and which were just started so she could get her kicks. I just remember how agonizing it was when the cycle started over again and how much I longed for that kiss and hug that signaled we could go back to normal until she felt like starting it all over again.
Sometimes it almost seemed like she was deliberately trying to push me into throwing in the towel. But even if divorce was as common as it is today, I still would have felt that I had to stick it out and make it work. I wasn't ready to give up. And of course, the last thing she wanted was for me to hit my breaking point. At least, she sure didn't want me to hit it then.
So when the time came for us to make up, I'd return the hug and kiss and just pray that I could do better in the future so that she wouldn't find so many things wrong with me.