Pure as the driven snow

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A slight frown formed on her expression, she didn’t like to see him worried about her (she told herself that it was a matter of being independent but deep inside partly is that she loathed the idea of being the source of his worries, to cause him pain). “But I am feeling fine! And there is too much to be done for me to just stay here!” replied immediately Snow, eager as always to jump back into her duties. She pressed her lips together after her outburst torn between what she had to do and the knowledge of that Swineheart was the expert thus the one that she was supposed to listen to.

“I am fully aware of that but if we want to build a community with a good base we need to follow the rules and judge him accordingly; don’t you think that I want justice too? Do you think that I have forgotten what’s to see my beheaded body on a examination table? No, but things have to be done in a certain way”

She hesitated torn between being annoyed and touched by his concern “I promise; return him in one piece and I won’t do that again” Snow rarely lied and she meant to keep her promise, hoping that Bigby would do the same.

“And Bigby when you go to get him…be careful alright? Just…” a memory flashed before her eyes; Mary, his blood, and almost suffocating fear “Please…”

                   It’s true, if he was laying on a hospital bed he would act as petty as she was, if not, WORST. When he was shot, instead of going to the hospital, he made sure that Snow takes him to his apartment, instead, as people of Fabletown mostly doesn’t enjoy his presence and he hates the scent of chloroform of such environment. Plus, he would never allow himself to stay out of the game, even if badly injured. So he understood her feelings, he damn knew what it was like to stay out of the problem solving however, he also knew that differently of him, Snow had some self-preservation standards and she wouldn’t allow pride to stay between her and her recovery if he knew her well. 

                  ❝   You don’t have to lecture me about my job, I always do what’s need to be done to keep the integrity and safety of the community.   ❞ He raises an eyebrow, staring at her and feeling the lack of a cigarette in his mouth, as now he can smell he, completely. As much it’s a scent he appreciates, it’s one that can drive him mad and completely out of his damn rational mind, especially when it comes to her safety. Although, he tries not to show it and after hundreds of years, he’s got at hiding things. Especially, hiding actions he has to make in order to keep the city safe, things that not even Snow herself knows about.  ❝   And I won’t do anything that YOU wouldn’t do to keep Fabletown’s stability, alright? I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING, SNOW.  ❞ An animal? Yes. But he was never irrational and he wouldn’t start that now.

                 However, when her voice turns soft and broken when her eyes meet his, the wolf lets his gaze melt for a second. He looks at his bare hands, the lack of holding the cigarette very present, the absence of the drug to an addicted. He sighs so low it’s impossible to hear and gazes her again, now, softer.  ❝   Don’t worry, I can do the job.   ❞ Now that he knows she’s awake, that she’s getting better, he feels the urge to end what they’ve done. What they’re doing with Fabletown, With Faith. Lily. Nerissa. Snow. Cowards must pay for their actions and the wolf is howling inside his chest.   ❝   I must go, now, and you shall rest to get better before we close the case, ‘cause I need you beside me once I catch those bastards.   ❞

They need enemies that break them and force them to test their morals.

They need friends that will backstab them and hurt their feelings.

They need an enemy that will become a friend.

They need friends that they would lay down their life for.

They need people so close to them that they might as well be siblings.

They need fights and conflict and battles that could leave them broken and inches from death.

She had to admit that despite of the fact that it was a bit shocking to see the sheriff expressing so openly these emotions, she was touched because he was doing so in her presence. Snow knew better than anyone the sort of strenght that was necessary to be so vulnerable and open in front of people and she couldn’t help but to admire him a little for it.

“Anytime” she merely replied before pressing a kiss to the top of his heads; because at times actions were more important than words, and the best words were the ones that didn’t need to be said.

Now he wasn’t expecting that kiss, not that he didn’t appreciate the gesture. He felt inclined to lean for her comfort, only Snow would know of his exposed vulnerability, nobody else. For this to get out with be deemed too embarrassing, fables would never let him live it down. “Snow please don’t tell anybody about this.” he finally was getting his bearings back together, rubbing his eyes as the tears were still there.

Snow glanced at the same direction that he was looking at; summer rain, one of the strangest weathers in her opinion: The contrast of the unbearable New York summer and the fresh rain falling from the sky. Snow had always been fond of what people called ‘bad weather’ so she rarely complained about it but now there were things that required her attention.

“You know that it’s not like that anymore; sure Fables aren’t the most grateful at times but people agreed to leave old grudges behind and you have done so much good since then” was she being overly optimistic? Possibly but well, she was doing her best to cheer him up.

Snow stretched as she spoke “Do you want to try to sleep again or would you rather distract yourself a little before? We could watch the rain, maybe drink something?” was too late for some hot chocolate for her? Perhaps but well, an indulgence from time to time never hurt anyone right?

Bigby’s face was in his hands, his mind still trying to calm from the inner turmoil of his inner thoughts and fears. Fabletown had always been posed against him the instant he joined from the general amnesty, there was always a fear that one day they would dispose of him. After everything he had done, it would be a painful betrayal, even more if Snow would be behind it. He trusted she wouldn’t do that, or would she?

“Don’t you dare to be cheeky right now idiot” said Snow as tears started to fall down her cheeks. She wiped them quickly, clinging to her façade despite of the fact that her walls were clearly crumbling down.

The help arrived soon after he passed out and someone grabbed Snow by her shoulder; after a moment of shock and reclutance she allowed herself to move, there was nothing that she could do now and if there was any chance of saving Bigby it was on the witches’ hands.

The wolf was completely lifeless, all he could hear was the sound of howling, getting louder as if his soul was inching closer. He wanted to so badly accept the call, run with the wolves into the afterlife where he would find lush grass, trees as far as the eye can see. What he didn’t know was some of the howling was Snow’s crying. 

Even though his soul wanted to escape, it was conflicted by being drawn towards Snow, he couldn’t just leave her.  The lady of the lake recited his exchanged fate to him, telling him that he would reach a happy ending if he died seven times. This would be one of them it seemed. He felt as if he was being lifted to the heavens, except he was actually being hoisted by fables to take him for medical assistance, to which he was unaware about.

The fable nodded sadly; because of how chaotic the fight had been everything was a blurr now and honestly she couldn’t recall who had lived and who had perished; the only thing that she knew for sure was that her family was safe.

“You say that now, but I wasn’t so sure about that before; let’s just hope that this is our last encounter with mind controling experiences” she said as she rubbed her forehead.

Holding their partner’s unconscious/dead body

Sobbing into their partner’s shoulder/chest

One of them is hurt and the other falls asleep in their hospital room

The other losing their mind when their partner is hurt/killed and charging into battle recklessly

“I thought I lost you” hugs

“Don’t go where I can’t follow!” 

One is mind controlled and forced to fight the other

The other refusing to harm them and getting seriously injured as consequence 

The person coming to and seeing what they’ve done

I could go on about this trope alone for 5 hours

A last desperate “I love you!” 

A tearful, hard kiss before battle, bonus points if its a confessional kiss

“Please, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

Bandaging each other’s wounds

Reading together. Gently running their fingers through the other’s hair as they read to them in a soft voice. Silently listening to the other as their voice slowly falls into a natural rhythm and they are immersed in the story they’re bringing to life. 

Walking together. Interwoven fingers and shoulders brushing together as they walk. Not even needing to speak, because a simple look or the slightest change in body language is already a conversation. 

Sleeping together. Hushed breathing and feather-light touches when one wakes before the other. Rolling over and unconsciously curling closer into each other because even when they sleep, they are in love.

Watching TV together. Volume turned up just enough to be heard without dominating the atmosphere. Absentminded little touches, gentle fingers slowly running over the other’s arm or thigh without realizing it.