Work Text:
Change exists on the wind, coming and going. In the city, the wind tended not to flow, remaining rigid, but out of city slicker territory—
Change came, unexpected, unyielding, in the form of Walt Longmire, kindling a flame within Vic that—
She honestly couldn’t explain it at the end of the day, beyond the fact that the change felt good, that she’d found a place where she could change with ease and truly be herself.
