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singillatim2025-06-27 08:42 pm
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Who: Bigby and Snow White
What: A talk about recent events!
When: During June
Where: In their house in Milton
Content Warnings: Probably nothing, will edit if that changes.
Connor's loss still stings - but Bigby figures that's just going to be a constant hurt now. Even if it's less of one than it was when the boy first disappeared, it's still somewhere in the back of his mind, even months after the fact. (It's mostly the fact that he can't be sure the other is alright, really. If he just knew Connor went back to their world, to their future, that's fine, but..)
He still tries to put it out of his mind a little. They have to keep going in this place, after all, and the constant danger and odd things happening here are a good reminder of the fact that Bigby can't slack off, and can't allow his thoughts to be drawn anywhere else for too long. Especially if they're going to have a repeat this summer of what happened during the last one.
But his mind is also on some recent events. The journey out to Silverpoint, what they found there, going back here..
While he's sitting together on the couch with Snow on a June evening, he's thinking about it enough to bring it up.
"You know-- I didn't expect to actually see people out there in that other town. Seemed like every person here died a while ago, but they were perfectly fine out there." It's a bit of an idle thought, but-- it's still a deep thought about this place and its nature in a way he knows he can only share with Snow.
Most people in this place have never traveled to a different world before, after all. Unlike them.
"I thought this empty place was all there was to this world. Like it's the Darkwalker's freaky little pocket realm, or something like that. But it seems like there's more to it than that."
What: A talk about recent events!
When: During June
Where: In their house in Milton
Content Warnings: Probably nothing, will edit if that changes.
Connor's loss still stings - but Bigby figures that's just going to be a constant hurt now. Even if it's less of one than it was when the boy first disappeared, it's still somewhere in the back of his mind, even months after the fact. (It's mostly the fact that he can't be sure the other is alright, really. If he just knew Connor went back to their world, to their future, that's fine, but..)
He still tries to put it out of his mind a little. They have to keep going in this place, after all, and the constant danger and odd things happening here are a good reminder of the fact that Bigby can't slack off, and can't allow his thoughts to be drawn anywhere else for too long. Especially if they're going to have a repeat this summer of what happened during the last one.
But his mind is also on some recent events. The journey out to Silverpoint, what they found there, going back here..
While he's sitting together on the couch with Snow on a June evening, he's thinking about it enough to bring it up.
"You know-- I didn't expect to actually see people out there in that other town. Seemed like every person here died a while ago, but they were perfectly fine out there." It's a bit of an idle thought, but-- it's still a deep thought about this place and its nature in a way he knows he can only share with Snow.
Most people in this place have never traveled to a different world before, after all. Unlike them.
"I thought this empty place was all there was to this world. Like it's the Darkwalker's freaky little pocket realm, or something like that. But it seems like there's more to it than that."
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There are quieter nights when the missing sneaks up on her, too, but she's also learned how to push it out of her mind — to let being in Bigby's company, and the fact that they're sticking together under one roof now, in the wake of everything, calm her when her nerves threaten to earn the better of her. (None of their fellow Interlopers have remarked on the fact that she's essentially moved in to stay, but she's not sure whether they've kept mum because Bigby has gotten to them first with his typical method of vague, unsettling threats.)
She's got her hands wrapped around a cooling mug of pine tea, mostly for the sensation of warmth against her palms, as she sits half-sideways on the couch, gaze absently drifting over Bigby's profile while he speaks.
"It does feel... different, now. Knowing there are others." It's one thing to be confronted with the evidence of towns that aren't the one they've been living in; it's something else to see people surviving, just like they are. Maybe even thriving.
"Do you think any of them would have answers?" In other words, would it be worth risking the trip back to find out more?
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"Even though I didn't talk to anyone there for too long, just by the way they spoke.. I could tell they don't know anything." Even though they didn't seem the same as them either, which was the weird part. It'd be easier to understand if they were another group of people dragged into this place, just like them, but-- "They just seem native to this place. Though I can't imagine why they'd live here with that damn Darkwalker around."
After all, back when he was the monster roaming around lands, at least most people had enough sense to be able to tell he was a threat they didn't want to be around.
"Guess they maybe can't leave, just like us."
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It's a sentiment she can understand all too well, knowing their history and how long they'd all felt trapped in inescapable circumstances. Fabletown had been the only alternative to something much more unforgiving, but she sympathizes, instinctively, with people who might not know of any other reality apart from the one they've always had to exist in.
"You do what you can when there's no other option." Isn't it what they'd done, in leaving — in building a new home for everyone, far from their enemy's reach? That's not to say Fabletown is perfect, but it's also better than what came before it.
"Even if they don't know anything, it might not hurt, getting to know the neighbors a bit more." Metaphorically speaking, considering the number of days it takes to get from point A to point B.
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Really, it's not like he's very surprised. Between the two of them Snow is certainly the more sociable one of them. If this sort of situation had happened back home, he's pretty sure she would have suggested talking to some new unknown group of people too, whereas Bigby would be fine staying away from them as long as they wouldn't be making trouble for them.
Maybe some stuff just doesn't change, he thinks, even across worlds.
Still-- It may not be surprising, but it is a good moment to learn even more about Snow, right? By asking, for example--
"What sort of stuff would you want to talk about with them?"
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“Exactly what you brought up. How they’ve learned to survive here, even knowing what lurks out there. How they’ve carved out a place that offers an inviting light from a distance, if anyone happens to wander close enough to see it.”
Even though she knows Milton isn’t their permanent home, that they’ll end up back in Fabletown eventually, that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been trying to make it feel like a home, of sorts — especially now that it’s the both of them under one roof.
“Couple tips wouldn’t hurt,” she adds, with the idle shrug of one shoulder.
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"We've been surviving so far though." Granted, they have still been losing people, but Bigby is trying really hard to not actively think of that in this moment, thanks. That's a thought he's pushing down, trying to instead focus on his current line of thought, on Snow's presence next to him on the couch, even when he isn't watching her.
"Even with all the shit this place throws at us. We've made it through so far."
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“We have,” she murmurs, not wanting to dismiss all that they’ve achieved so far — and instinctively, she stretches out a hand to curl fingers around his, even though they’re already sitting side by side.
“Sometimes I think we might be a little more adjusted to knowing how to survive in difficult circumstances.” Not because of what they’ve been through, but where they were before — and that’s not even counting the time he was here without her, which she doesn’t like to think about. Snow’s expression turns more inquisitive then, as she looks up into Bigby’s gaze.
“Something else on your mind?”
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Not with words, anyway - instead he just lets out a slight huff.
Honestly, there's so much on his mind. And it's not that he minds sharing with Snow, but sometimes it's still not all that easy. Some habits are difficult to break, especially when you've had them for long enough.
Still-- Even if there are many things he may not be able to say here, he still tries to find something he can say.
Because it's her. And because she makes him want to at least try.
"I was just thinking it's been a while. That I've been here. And even that you've been here." Sure, she arrived after he had already been in this place for quite some time - but maybe that just makes the time he has spent here feel even longer. "Not that I miss the assholes back in Fabletown."
Don't worry, Snow, that's 'assholes' with that very faint Bigby fondness in it. There are people he likes there, even if there's also people he wishes would just get lost. He's just bad at admitting the former compared to the latter.
"It just feels weird to have been away from there for so long now." Especially since it's involuntary. They didn't choose to leave.
Yet here they are.
"Who knows what kind of shit is going down over there by now."
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“It… is strange,” she admits, with a soft chuckle. “Sometimes I forget how long it’s been, and then something happens to remind me.” The fact that they’re living together, for one; the fact that she has the ability to turn into a wolf now, for another. She still feels like herself, but it’d be a lie to say that nothing has changed.
“What’s going down without Sheriff Bigby around to keep an eye on things, you mean?” She’s teasing, but there’s a note of sincerity behind it too; she hadn’t considered just how much this all might be weighing on him, and whether it’s even more of a weight after so much time.
“I think about it too. Whether they’ve realized what’s happened to us. Whether it’s been this long back home, or if we’ll go back and it’ll be like we never lost a single day.”
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Instead he focuses on the more serious part of this. It's not like he hasn't spoken with many people here about their situation, drilled it into the heads of the local idiots to take it seriously, but Snow just understands it on a level that the others here wouldn't. With Connor now being gone, they're the only Fables here.
"Someone must have realized. We're not in the same situation as all those mundies here. People would know."
Not that people back home might not care about the other people now trapped here - but it's just that Fables have a little bit more reason to assume that it might not just be a regular disappearance. That they know about inter-dimensional travel.
"Yet no one's managed to reach us." Bigby doesn't fully sound concerned, but that might just be because it's Bigby, because that tone doesn't come naturally to him. Instead he just seems very serious as he speaks to her.
(He's still not pulling his hand away from her own though, all the same.)
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Either way, maybe it's something that she should propose, once everyone is in a position to have a meeting about it — a council, rather than one person at the head of their group. Something more democratic, and reflective of who the Interlopers are as a community.
"No, they haven't gotten through. Or they have, and it somehow hasn't made its way to us." She's pulled from her brief reverie by Bigby's musing, and now can't make up her mind about which would be worse — not hearing from them at all, or knowing that they'd tried to reach out and been met with something blocking their efforts.
"I can't decide if I'd rather they knew we were gone," she adds, with a sigh, and after another moment, she shifts in her seat so that she can rest her head on his shoulder, nuzzling there before she overthinks the initiation. "Maybe it has something to do with the Aurora?"
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"Whatever that force is, it's something powerful. It's not like just anything can take away everything that makes us Fables from us. A lot of powerful forces back home wouldn't have been able to do that just like this."