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When you're free, could we possibly talk?

Sure. Meet you a the coffee shop?

I'll meet you there.

I have a minor problem that may require your attention and assistance with.

The event interrupted it, but I am sure it may become an issue again. While I was out burying my clothing and the leftovers from our impromptu surgery, I was discovered by a young man named 'Scott'. He's the one that runs the vet clinic.

Let us say that uncomfortable questions were asked and wolves mentioned. I would prefer it not be thought or the rumor spread with the murders that I gutted you and left you for dead. He seemed concerned.

Please send him a message if you will that you are still alive, and that it was not murder but a necessary procedure?

Also, I have to go into the woods during the night soon. Would you care to come along? I've heard a few stories of things out there after dark that I would prefer not to.

--Hannibal Lecter, MD

Edited (added woodland invite) 2014-07-23 04:22 (UTC)

I'm sorry if this is a bad time, but are you busy?

It's never a bad time.

Is everything all right?

[ she doesn't think she could type it out if she tried. ]

Are you in your room?

[She had never asked to meet in his room before. Something was clearly up and he couldn't figure out what that something could be.]

Yes.

Can I come over?

[ it's not really fair how she doesn't even wait for an answer before she hurries out of her room and down the hall. she doesn't think she can stay in her room alone right now, so she might be assuming too much. she doesn't think too much about it, though, just trying to keep herself together as she walks. ]

[ At about 10PM the day of her arrival, someone (Snow) knocks very persistently on Bigby's door. ]

Bigby! Open this door!

[The knocking on the door was entirely unexpected. Snow's voice was even more so until he remembered that she had appeared in Wonderland. He stood up from his chair and walked over to the door, opening it with an eyebrow raised.]

Something wrong?

Yes! [ Without waiting, she pushes past him and stands in the room, eyes locked on his, expression barely containing whatever is on her mind.

Snow puffs up, cheeks flushed deeply. ]

Why did that man, Mr. Gold, think you were my husband?

[Bigby stared at Snow feeling dumbstruck. He really didn't know how to respond. He never claimed to be anyone's husband. So why would someone tell Snow that he'd been saying such things? It was like fucking Fabletown all over again. Bigby sighed and shrugged his shoulders.]

I have no idea why he would say that. When I arrived here I was looking for you, yes, but I never said we were involved.

[ She deflates a little; if he had said it, for whatever unimaginable reason, he would admit to it and try to explain. She knows him well. ]

He said that he assumed we were together, and-- [ Her cheeks are bright pink against alabaster skin and she begins to pace. ] ... Even if you didn't say anything, for him to bring it up--

[ She's had a long day, you'll have to excuse her fussiness. ]

You really didn't tell anyone that?

No, Snow. Why would I? You've made it clear that you don't...

[Bigby trailed off, letting Snow finish his sentence for him. For months he has been told that his affection for Mary Margaret was misplaced. She wasn't his Snow, as if that really made all the difference. No version of Snow was ever really his. Having Snow from his world here in Wonderland didn't change that.]

Did you really believe I showed up here and immediately started spreading stories? What sort of person do you think I am?

[ The embarrassed flush turns dark with accusation and she stands planted. ]

No, Bigby-- I didn't know what to think! People claiming to know me kept calling, I'd just killed someone, I had no idea what was happening... dammit, I still don't!

[ Fretfully, she tenses up her shoulders, staring back at him with a mingled look of desperation and pleading. ]

I know what kind of person you are. After everything that's happened... sometimes I don't know who to trust. [ Her expression softens, twinges of regret peaking through. ] You aren't one of those people, but I just... I needed to make sure we both know where we stand. Even here.

If someone wanted to get dinner one night, I wouldn't mind.

[Bigby smiles as he types out his message.]

I'm glad you don't mind that I eat every so often.

[After a few moments pause, Bigby re-reads what he sent, remembers who he is sending it too, curses, and sends another.]

That was a joke. What did you have in mind?

What? Why would I mind? I don't know what options there are here. I heard there's a diner. Too casual?

[The problem with these devices was that any sort of tone was lost. Bigby doesn't try to explain that he was trying a bit of humor. It would just become more confusing.]

No. It's just right. I can meet you at the diner.

Tonight?

Tonight. I'll be there.

[ True to her word, Snow can be found hovering in the doorway to the diner that she had yet to step foot in. Is this a bad idea? Maybe. But she's been thinking a lot about what had happened, about where they are, and... where they're not.

People don't keep their memories from Wonderland.

So no matter what happened... ]

[Bigby walks up behind her and gently puts his hand on her shoulder.]

The food is good here. It's even better inside the diner, or so I'm told. Are you alright, Snow?

You haven't been inside? [ With all the time he'd been here? She smiles, brow quirked in question. ]

Yes... why? [ Does she look worried? Snow clears her throat, hands clasped in front. ] I didn't think it was that strange of a request.

I've not had more than their coffee, strangely enough.

[Bigby didn't want to go into the fact that the times he had been there it was with other women, and another Snow to boot. It didn't seem to be the best time to bring it up.]

You just look... as though you've made up your mind about something.

[ Yep, probably not a good idea to mention that... ]

Maybe this time you'll actually eat? [ Not that it really matters; they're there for the company, not the food.

She's trying, here. ]

And maybe I have. [ Snow replies with a shrug, uncharacteristically mysterious. ] Just wait and see.

You know me, Snow. I've never had a problem developing an appetite.

[He grinned at Snow and gestured that she should walk into the diner before him.]

After you.

[He didn't want to think about what it could have been that she decided. She had said little to him after he had practically confessed everything. It was a little embarrassing and yet, he wouldn't have done it any differently. There were some things that just needed to be said.]

Ha, ha. [ She cracks a grin as they walk inside. She links her hands behind her back now, glancing around, noting the sparse number of residents hanging around within the diner. ]

Here? [ She asks, indicating a table. There's enough choice for a place where it doesn't seem to matter at which you sit. ]

Here is fine.

[Bigby sits and immediately takes his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and taps one out, lighting it with a flick of his lighter.]

So, are you going to make me wait or will you tell me what's on your mind? You usually don't invite me out to dinner unless there's work to be done.

[ Snow settles herself in, too, smoothing down the front of her skirt. ]

Not exercising much patience these days, are you? [ It's a little wearied, maybe a touch chiding, but she understands. Snow sighs lightly, finally looking up at him, hesitating just a few more seconds before speaking. ]

There's always work to be done, but this isn't... well, I--

[ He's been straightforward, she might as well extend the same courtesy... ]

I've been thinking about everything, about... us, and this place. [ She makes a point of looking right at him, too, dark brows knit in concentration. ] It isn't Fabletown, it isn't anything we're used to, and... maybe that's a good thing. Maybe this is a chance to try.

[ To try something new. Like another Amnesty. ]

Not all at once, but... Bigby, I'd like to start seeing you.

[ There's a guilty sort of smile at the phrasing. ]

Um. Dating, then, or... you know.

[Bigby is quiet for some time. He takes a long drag of his cigarette before he breathes into the air, pointing away from Snow. He's wanted to hear this for so long but it feels... strange in a way. Maybe it's the fact that she said this wasn't Fabletown. That being here made a difference.]

Wonderland can play tricks on you. It's done it to me so many times that I'm beginning to lose count. What I said to you before... I meant it, I did, but...

[Bigby sighs and rubs his face, looking old and tired.]

I don't want you because it's safe here. I don't want this to be some sort of a test. I just want you, Snow. I know I'm not what you expected. I'm not a prince. I'm not even human. But I love you and it doesn't take Wonderland to tell me that.

I never said anything about a prince and I never said anything about it being safe. [ Quickly enough, she puffs herself up, indignant. ] I only meant that it's reminded me of what's really-- it's cleared my head, and...

[ Again, she sighs, shaking her head. ]

You and I both know that that wasn't me, whatever... whatever happened in that room. Because it was very fast, and... sudden, and that isn't how I'd like to do this at all.

[ Her expression shifts from a little deflated to earnest, a slight frown replacing the grumpy pout. ]

This place is dangerous and frankly confusing, and I can't promise that it won't take some getting used to. But if you can meet me halfway, then I'd like to try.

[Bigby still couldn't decide if Snow was simply indulging him. All of her talk of getting 'used' to this place and giving it all a 'try' seemed as though she had to convince herself that Bigby was someone she could look to romantically. Still, she was the one who had asked him here and she was right - Snow wasn't the type of person to suddenly kiss him with such intensity.

Slow. Well, he'd been doing 'crawl' for the past six centuries. Slow would be an improvement.]

Ok, Snow. I've never actually 'dated' before so you'll have to show me what I'm supposed to do.

You act as if I have had experience with that kind of thing. [ She crosses her arms, looking vaguely amused. ] In fact, I can almost guarantee that you've had more interpersonal exchanges than I have.

[ She isn't even thinking of Wonderland, doesn't know about whoever he may have been involved with. She'd assumed in the past that there had been a number of people that he'd at least been physical with, and it isn't really with judgment that she makes the assumption; he is, after all, a primal and instinctive sort of person. Er, Fable.

She, on the other hand, had been woken up from a curse and promptly married. Not exactly courtship. ]

Want to bet?

[While Bigby has been with others, back home and, surprisingly enough, in Wonderland, he still isn't very date savvy. The only experience he's had was with Charlie and all they did was talk over a smoke and a coffee. And then they had sex.

Was that how it worked?

Bigby wasn't so certain.]

So, is this the part of the date where we compare past experiences?

Yes, in fact, I do. [ She says, not... coolly, exactly, but with a subtle firmness. Snow crosses her ankles, glancing off into the room, and then, with a frown, back at Bigby. ]

Does someone wait on us, or should we...? [ She trails off, questioning expression shifting into a knowing smile. ]

I hope not. Let's talk about something else. Anything else.

[Her tone quickly tells him to get off that particular topic. Truth be told, Bigby didn't want to hear what old Prince Charming was like under the sheets. And, frankly, he didn't want to confess to Snow about his own tumbles in bed. This was a new beginning and bringing up old history didn't seem to fit.

Bigby waved to one of the waitresses and hailed them over, tapping out his cigarette as she approached.]

I'll have a coffee and a slice of pie. Any kind - just make it a large slice.

[He waited until Snow ordered before he leaned back against the booth, relaxing a bit as he reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette.]

So... I guess we shouldn't discuss work, then, either. I'm running out of topics, Snow. Talking isn't one of my strong points.

Just coffee. Thank you. [ The waitress smiles and withdraws and she turns back to Bigby, expression... even, but thoughtful. ]

Well-- [ sigh ] How is the Sheriff thing going? I know some people weren't as... receptive to it, but I don't think you should stop. As far as I can tell, this place is nearly as lawless as Fabletown, and I know that's saying something. Someone needs to keep these people from murder, or worse.

[ Cannibalism! Jesus, what kind of people did that? ]

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