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Everything.
Vaggie was everything Charlie needed. More than what she thought she wanted. Vaggie was her other half.
Being partners was work. Dating wasn't all sunshine and rainbows like she thought it would be. Sev certainly taught her that. But Vaggie…it was so worth it. She was such a kind hearted soul.
That wasn't what everyone saw. Vaggie was more reserved than Charlie. She'd started out that way with her too, but thankfully began trusting her. And then dating her. Could she be any luckier???
Day in and day out, Vaggie put up with her singing & dancing her way through life. While others teased her for it, Vaggie told her it was cute. Vaggie's cute. Charlie beamed at the thought.
When others told her her dream to redeem sinners was insane? Unreasonable? Impossible? Vaggie believed in her. Unwavering support was there in her girlfriend. Someone who had no reason to believe in her and yet she did. The same person who trusted almost no one, trusted her.
The trust was not immediate, no. It had taken time. Charlie always tried to see the good in even the most challenging souls, but the moment she'd met Vaggie in that alley? Something sparked. Something felt different. In a good way though. The second her eyes locked with Vaggie's remaining one? There was an instant connection unlike any other. She knew the other woman was special, different, but she'd never imagined how much she'd love her. And how much she was loved in return.
Most people didn't really see that side of Vaggie, not deeply. They might see Vaggie call her “sweetie,” or “babe,” both of which made Charlie warm with delight. It was such a big form of public affection from her girlfriend! The more reserved of the two didn't do grandiose public displays. Hand holding sometimes. Maybe a hug. Pet names. Nothing outrageous. Yet it meant everything coming from the shorter of the two. Because everyone's love languages were different. Everyone's comfort levels were different. Vaggie helped teach her that. And more.
That was another thing she adored about her partner. So many eye opening discussions. Charlie had no problem admitting her upbringing was a bit…unconventional. And she thought more like her dad than her mother liked. So adding to that? She had a lot to learn. Vaggie didn't hesitate to educate her. Or call her out. It might hurt sometimes, but that wasn’t Vaggie's fault. It was just hard to hear at moments. But it was important so Charlie soaked it in best she could. Vaggie was so wise.
And gentle. Another word not commonly associated with the angel, but Charlie thought of her girlfriend as gentle. Whether it was holding hands, brushing her hair, holding her as she cried, or slept, or just providing a hug. Physical touch was definitely big on Charlie's list of comforting things.
Emotional gentleness was a big skill too. Charlie always tried to be gentle but she felt like it was second nature to be kind. Vaggie had been through trauma. She didn't trust easily and could be blunt. But with her? When it counted wifh others? Kind. Gentle.
Vaggie was loving. Attentive.
If Charlie was upset, exhausted, or injured, Vaggie would carry her to their room. Or wherever needed. Vaggie was strong. Physically strong. Smaller but she could easily shoulder the load. Emotionally strong too. Charlie knew she was sensitive. It wasn't something she could help. Vaggie knew and listened. She consoled,.comforted, counseled with her wisdom. She was support.
Protector. Charlie was…stronger than she tended to admit. Capable of more force than she was confortable using. Vaggie knew this to a point, though Charlie did not share the full extent because she didn't want to think about it. Yet her beloved still chose to protect her. To protect anyone less fortunate or deserving. Yet another thing she admired.
Of course it wasn't just what she could do, but who she was that mattered most. It always has it always wouldm
Vaggie was a brilliant soul. One, who despite everything she'd been through, kept the good alive inside herself.
Smiling, Charlie watched as Vaggie spoke to Angel Dust as her father served them pancakes for breakfast. Even her view of him had, mostly, changed. Her skepticism itself was loved. They balanced each other out. Even as Vaggie scolded Angel for putting Fat Nuggets in a chair instead of the floor, Charlie found her lovely.
For everyone had flaws, points of frustration, but to her? These were perfect imperfections. Because she wouldn't change a thing about her. Not anything. Nothing at all.
Okay she probably would change one or two things. Mayyybe Vaggie would resort threats and violence a little less. And Vaggie had expressed that she wished Charlie were a little more…aware…of some things.
But it was real. And she adored her girlfriend despite and because of these things.
That was love. Accepting each other and loving each other anyways.
There was no one else Charlie wanted. It was Vaggie. Only Vaggie.