Forever a Wolf
"Bigby."
No response.
"Bigby."
Still no response.
"BIGBY!"
"What?"
"Your coat."
Bigby oscillated on the cold pavement, clutching legal papers close to his chest. The trial would start within ten minutes. He sincerely doubted Jack would walk out of the room alive. Fabletown was brutal – and efficient in its persistent use of the death penalty when dealing with accused murdererers.
"Your coat, Bigby."
Bigby turned to see Snow's disapproving face look smugly at him. She raised a thin eyebrow at him, pointing at the breastpocket of his rain coat – now filled with frigid, swishing rain.
"You should really close that."
Bigby scratched at his stubble and smiled, turning the breast pocket inside out to remove the water sitting dormant within. "I should."
It was raining more intensely now. Most residents had retreated to the shelter of their homes, except for Bigby and Snow – standing in front of the seemingly empty Judicial and Legal Proceedings Building. Jack's lawyers were yet to show up – and Snow had forgot her witness documents back at the Office. Bigby had picked them up for her. She had thanked him, but in brisk and nonchalant manner. Her touch remained on his fingers.
"Do you think Jack will make it out alive?" Snow asked, voice brimming with concern.
Bigby coughed, removing a lighter and pulled out an old cigarette from his coat pocket. The rain was sending waves of brown hair spiraling down his shoulders, but Snow had the foresight to bring an umbrella.
"Can I use that?" he asked, half grinning at her with sharp teeth.
"No," she replied simply, smirking at him. "Not like somone with your – capabilities would need it anyway."
Bigby felt his eyes surge with desire, and turned his head down to the ground. "Right. Listen - "
He shoved the papers into her arms.
" - Something I remembered has to be done. I have to go."
Snow opened her mouth at him. "What do you mean? The trial's in a few minutes. I need - "
"It's all there," Bigby stated simply. "I typed up everything for you to use."
"Bigby - "
"See ya around Snow."
She watched him walk off. He always did that when she offended him. She had reminded him too often of what he was. Snow watched him leave, even though she knew she was just torturing herself – his brown frame gradually disappeared under the torrent of rain, light smoke coiling up from behind that tuft of brown hair and coattails tapping the floor behind his exit.
He had tried to be one of them – but she had made him alone once more, just as he'd always been, and likely would always be as long as he lived.
"A long fuckin' time," she whispered, holding the papers in front of her eyes to keep them from welling up in front of others – imagining herself grow a curly tail and a fat body, surrounded by a dark, empty room and watching a man in a suit sit down and be as alone as he could be.
A/N:
Felt like writing this after playing the game. Switched up to a different writing style as an experiment. Hopefully a Season 2 is coming. Appreciate any support, and thanks for the view!
~TWa