Oh, Bigby. Zoey is a very odd duck. “A pleasure,” she confirms. “And I mean every word.”
She takes a step closer, and even if he were still the Big Bad Wolf of his story, even if this place hadn't stripped away a part of them, she would still be unafraid. “Oh, I doubt it was much different at all,” she says. “Yes, I’ve read your story, I know what happened in your past. Who you were, then. But I don’t know who you are as you are, now. That’s as important as all the rest.”
She’s not going to judge him for his past. Not going to hold it against him. Not when she’s still getting to know who he is, now. She’s gotten some inklings, this first meeting, enough to give her an idea. Even if he tried to hunt her through the fucking forest or some shit, she still wouldn’t. It wouldn’t be the first time. And it probably wouldn’t be the last.
Even with Mr. Scratch, she’d dropped off hangover supplies on the porch for him. And he’d stabbed her, first. Not as well as he probably would have, had he not been dealing with baby’s first true drunkenness. But still.
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She takes a step closer, and even if he were still the Big Bad Wolf of his story, even if this place hadn't stripped away a part of them, she would still be unafraid. “Oh, I doubt it was much different at all,” she says. “Yes, I’ve read your story, I know what happened in your past. Who you were, then. But I don’t know who you are as you are, now. That’s as important as all the rest.”
She’s not going to judge him for his past. Not going to hold it against him. Not when she’s still getting to know who he is, now. She’s gotten some inklings, this first meeting, enough to give her an idea. Even if he tried to hunt her through the fucking forest or some shit, she still wouldn’t. It wouldn’t be the first time. And it probably wouldn’t be the last.
Even with Mr. Scratch, she’d dropped off hangover supplies on the porch for him. And he’d stabbed her, first. Not as well as he probably would have, had he not been dealing with baby’s first true drunkenness. But still.