MUNDAY- Send me some numbers

This or that:

15. Invisibility or Ability to fly?

I think being able to turn invisible would be hella fun.

20. Blind or Deaf?

"My job," the gruff Sheriff replied, walking from the interrogation room as the crumpled body of the subject lay behind him, nose bleeding and eyes swollen shut. 

There were four things you never did in fabletown. Firstly, you never took recipe ideas from a black forest witch. Secondly, never mention music theory to Boy Blue if wanted to exit the conversation anytime within the next four hours. Thirdly, never mention dwarves around snow white. And lastly, and certainly most importantly, don’t tell Bigby Wolf to shove it up his ass when a little girl’s life was on the line. 

Three broken rips, a shattered pelvis, a broken jaw, a broken nose, a punctured eardrum and a shattered collar bone later… the lesser known fable criminal had learned that lesson all too well. 

A confession

"I… " The words were caught in his mouth, refusing to come out. They stuck themselves in his throat like that small piece of food you forgot to chew, and now that crazy guy that was giving you those creepy hungry eyes is the only person in the restaurant trained to do the heimlich. 

"This wasn’t about a case," he said softly, looking down into his coffee as the alabaster skinned beauty sat across from him, her raven clocks still breathtaking through the upper corners of his eyes. "I just didn’t have the courage to ask you out on a real date."

"You’re the woman I can’t ignore, Snow," He started and he shook his head as she looked ready to speak. "Please, don’t say anything, I’m only going to be able to say this once."

"You were the fly in the ointment, the wrench in the machine. I was happy — perfectly content to be a monster. Perfectly content to come here and be a monster, but the minute your scent hit me I… I  had no choice. I loved you instantly. I had no choice but to become the man you needed me to be, and now I can’t ignore you, no matter how many cigarettes I smoke, how many bottles of whisky I destroy or how much blood I cover my face in during a hunt."

He gripped the half empty mug of the hot black liquid, his eyes still desperately terrified of meeting her gaze. “I know where you are, every second of every day. Your scent invades my senses and refuses to leave. I know where you are every second of every day, I what you’re feeling by the changes in the scent of your musk, no matter how much you bathe, or what perfumes you wear… “

The eyes darting up to meet her for a scant moment before settling back down upon the table, his voice was getting softer, his cheeks turning a heated red, but this was clearly something that needed to be said. Something that had been dwelling upon his chest like a raging monster for years, perhaps decades — centuries even.

"I know when you’re sad, when you’re longing for someone, and when you’re desperately lonely — which is far too often. I know you get jealous of Beauty whenever you speak with her — jealous of how successful her marriage has been, despite how many fights she and Beast have."

He swigged the last of the black liquid to stop himself from speaking further. “I’d stop noticing it all if I could, and believe me, I’ve tried.”

13. Crying

He hadn’t noticed her come in. She never paid attention to the ‘do not disturb’ signs anyway. She had learned long ago that they didn’t apply to her. 

His head rested between his hands, long thoughts of ages past centered within his mind. He hadn’t even noticed that the paperwork beneath them was getting soaked. 

His body curled up in a doggish position upon the floor, Bigby’s body  had fallen off the chair hours ago and adopted a pose so familiar to the man in his ‘true’ form. The difference was that his arms were currently snuggled around a very annoyed looking Colin, who was annoyed to be awake and glaring at the wall, but a good enough friend to not risk waking him. 

"Snow," the grizzled man mumbled softly, as if talking to a lover. "You’re not alone. I’m here."

[unsent sms] Swno, do you want to go to the movies tonight?

[unsent sms] or maybe get a coffee?

[unsent sms] I mean it’s not like I want a date, I just have things to discuss about a case.

[unsent sms] i meant snwo

[unsent sms] sonw

"Snow, I… "

He stared at the note, mind trying to race and decide between panic and confusion. Truth was, he wanted this, had wanted this for years, centuries even. Rough lips upon smooth red skin, the taste of her tongue upon his, and the scent of her hair closer than she had ever allowed him. 

"Wha… "He raised an eyebrow in confusion. So confusion had been the decision. Good. Panic was usually a hassle to deal with once you were done with it. 

This had to be a trick. Snow didn’t want him like this. His entire body wanted to give into the request written on the small slip of parchment and yet…