[ Okay she nearly tipped off a guard with the jump she got at the vibrating of that text. At least the sound wasn't on. Okay just a few more minutes and she'll find her way up. ]
[ She's right behind him, nervous about /how/ she should touch him, so she'll settle for a gentle hand on his back. The thrill is somewhat dampened by the fact that she knows he knows she's there.
Normally, she found it amusing how almost unflappable he appeared in the fact of everything-- right now, she's finding that trait a little more annoying. Just a little. ]
Ready for a storm?
[ Wow. Lame elsa. But honestly, ever since they'd been interrupted last time, and she-- very belatedly- realized what had been going on(Had it been the first time he'd attempted? she's not sure looking back), well, she couldn't help but mull over the thought in her head.
[ Her approach, as she knew, didn't go unnoticed - his hearing was a cut above normal, and his sense of smell was the stuff of legends. Her scent was always distinct, something crisp, refreshing in a way, but he felt almost smothered by it as she finally drew near. Not in a bad way, not necessarily, but it made keeping a clear head a bit difficult. ]
I think I'm weatherproofed.
[ He turns, slowly, so the hand that had rested on his back now found itself flat against his chest.
She's rewarded, briefly, by a flicker of surprise in his eyes, and a lilt in the usual gravel of his voice. ]
[ Okay. She's definitely covering him in snow sometime soon. Lots of it. Her expression is something close to mirth, with a touch of bashfulness mixed in. ]
I probably won't scream this time. [ Don't sneak up behind her, okay? ] Maybe I'd feel a little more at home at a strip club.
[ HAHA HER SERVANTS WERE DEFINITELY STILL GIVING YOU SHIT FOR THAT BIGBY. ]
--Oh! [ Hah. She's super new at this, excuse her. There's a half laugh and she takes a tiny step back to give him space to "prep" when-- ] Wait!
[ Okay at least she didn't scream? ] You-- won't get into trouble or anything, right?
[ Well... he's in kind of an important position around the fables. She has to think there are rules about fraternization. Look, its harder for the fairytales who don't have love interests written into their stories okay ]
[ Well, if anyone knows various loop holes and hold ups in rules-- it's Elsa. She doesn't to get him into any sticky situations-- AND DONT YOU DARE MAKE INNUENDO ABOUT THAT. ]
Not today. [ Okay, but seriously. They both very well know the fuss she and her sister managed to kick up and almost destroy an entire kingdom-- so that's like... a half promise.
Okay. okay. enough joking around. She takes a breath before straightening her shoulders and firmly placing her hand on his shoulder for balance (she swears she can feel his heart beat) and lets her eyes slide shut. Maybe she shouldn't have refreshed the color on her lips- the pigment tastes a bit bitter as she presses her mouth together in an unconscious show of nerves.
[ You would think he'd be ready for this sort of thing. With what horrors he's seen - and done, at that - something like a kiss shouldn't make him hesitate. It has nothing to do with her status, he couldn't give less of a shit about her royal position, but...
It's rare, so rare, to meet someone who knows who he was and yet still accepts who he is. It's a little scary, perhaps, to know that someone thinks so fondly of him. Scarier still, to reciprocate those feelings. Because as a monster, he had only himself to care for, and he was good at that. But to have someone else occupy his thoughts, his concerns... who wouldn't be nervous? How many millennia have to pass to shake off those jitters?
Not enough, it seems, but as she braces herself against him he considers that there's really very little to worry about in this moment at this time. She's here because she wants to be, as is he - this is practically a foregone conclusion. No need to dance around it.
So he doesn't.
He slips one hand to press flat against her lower back, drawing her forward and flush against him as he presses his lips to hers with no intent to be sweet or gentle. That's not, after all, who she came up here for. She wasn't here for Prince Charming (the lecherous prick). She was here for him, and for whatever that entailed.
[ Elsa certainly isn't afraid. There's a small hiccup of a gasp as she's pulled flush to his chest-- which is immediately cut off by his mouth. Demanding, with out formalities-- and yup, cigarettes. Definitely Bigby.
She's already up on her tip toes, fingers digging into his shoulder, and trying to find a way to counter his mass. A futile effort, but one none-the-less. Either way, they both knew she was far from helpless- so shes sure he's not worried about that, shes just a touch frustrated.
Granted, the fact that she's being kissed helps quell those emotions. Something entirely new bubbling right under the surface. They'd known each other for such a long time, he'd always been protective of her, especially in this new life. Being away from -- well... her "role" had helped ease her into being more free than she could ever imagine.
Her sister had taken advantage of that, of course. After all, she had Kristoff, Elsa should be able to find someone just as amazing in no time.
The long list of "suitors" were mostly duds. And she's sure her frustration was only matched by Bigby's. Though she could never really pin point why.
Well- not until their last meeting of course.
With that memory in mind, she weaves slim fingers into his hair and tugs him closer.
He'd been her companion on that dark snowy mountaintop so many years ago-- they had a lot of time to catch up on. ]
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i think we need to take this to a locked thread this is disgusting
[ bigby may not be as new at this but he's also not very good at it, so. ]
i'm nervous? i could fall off a roof ten times this height and walk it off.
okay... But what about the confessions of... /like/ like
I meant about trying to kiss me. You're not going to turn into a wolf, are you?
[ Tripping into some shoes-- okay... now to sneak up to the roof. ]
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I can smell that you're nervous, by the way, so don't try and call me on mine.
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Okay she's gonna magic her top to dip a little lower just to spite him. Whoops. ]
I can call a blizzard if you'd like.
[ hair check-- hair check. ]
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I'm still immune to the cold, but if that's your atmosphere of choice go wild
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we can always test that theory
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try me
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[ She's right behind him, nervous about /how/ she should touch him, so she'll settle for a gentle hand on his back. The thrill is somewhat dampened by the fact that she knows he knows she's there.
Normally, she found it amusing how almost unflappable he appeared in the fact of everything-- right now, she's finding that trait a little more annoying. Just a little. ]
Ready for a storm?
[ Wow. Lame elsa. But honestly, ever since they'd been interrupted last time, and she-- very belatedly- realized what had been going on(Had it been the first time he'd attempted? she's not sure looking back), well, she couldn't help but mull over the thought in her head.
a few times. ]
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I think I'm weatherproofed.
[ He turns, slowly, so the hand that had rested on his back now found itself flat against his chest.
She's rewarded, briefly, by a flicker of surprise in his eyes, and a lilt in the usual gravel of his voice. ]
... You dressed for the occasion.
[ She chose the cut of her top well. ]
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maybe. ]
I just threw something on. [ So. Casual. It's. Painful. ]
So... we were talking about your nerves?
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They're steeled just fine.
[ A little nod of his head to gesture to her. ]
Yours? Keep in mind, I'll know if you're full of shit.
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I probably won't scream this time. [ Don't sneak up behind her, okay? ] Maybe I'd feel a little more at home at a strip club.
[ HAHA HER SERVANTS WERE DEFINITELY STILL GIVING YOU SHIT FOR THAT BIGBY. ]
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[ Look, some dark shit goes on behind those closed doors. He'd really rather keep her as far away from that kind of place as possible.
Not that the suggestion doesn't draw certain images to his mind's eye.
Not that he's letting his imagination go anywhere. ]
Could close your eyes if it helps.
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[ Okay at least she didn't scream? ] You-- won't get into trouble or anything, right?
[ Well... he's in kind of an important position around the fables. She has to think there are rules about fraternization.
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I'm the sheriff. Who's going to come after me?
[ ... That admittedly has less to do with his position of authority and more to do with his violent, bloody history. ]
Or are you planning to start trouble?
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Not today. [ Okay, but seriously. They both very well know the fuss she and her sister managed to kick up and almost destroy an entire kingdom-- so that's like... a half promise.
Okay. okay. enough joking around. She takes a breath before straightening her shoulders and firmly placing her hand on his shoulder for balance (she swears she can feel his heart beat) and lets her eyes slide shut. Maybe she shouldn't have refreshed the color on her lips- the pigment tastes a bit bitter as she presses her mouth together in an unconscious show of nerves.
WELP. at least the cold doesnt bother her ]
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It's rare, so rare, to meet someone who knows who he was and yet still accepts who he is. It's a little scary, perhaps, to know that someone thinks so fondly of him. Scarier still, to reciprocate those feelings. Because as a monster, he had only himself to care for, and he was good at that. But to have someone else occupy his thoughts, his concerns... who wouldn't be nervous? How many millennia have to pass to shake off those jitters?
Not enough, it seems, but as she braces herself against him he considers that there's really very little to worry about in this moment at this time. She's here because she wants to be, as is he - this is practically a foregone conclusion. No need to dance around it.
So he doesn't.
He slips one hand to press flat against her lower back, drawing her forward and flush against him as he presses his lips to hers with no intent to be sweet or gentle. That's not, after all, who she came up here for. She wasn't here for Prince Charming (the lecherous prick). She was here for him, and for whatever that entailed.
Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? ]
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She's already up on her tip toes, fingers digging into his shoulder, and trying to find a way to counter his mass. A futile effort, but one none-the-less. Either way, they both knew she was far from helpless- so shes sure he's not worried about that, shes just a touch frustrated.
Granted, the fact that she's being kissed helps quell those emotions. Something entirely new bubbling right under the surface. They'd known each other for such a long time, he'd always been protective of her, especially in this new life. Being away from -- well... her "role" had helped ease her into being more free than she could ever imagine.
Her sister had taken advantage of that, of course. After all, she had Kristoff, Elsa should be able to find someone just as amazing in no time.
The long list of "suitors" were mostly duds. And she's sure her frustration was only matched by Bigby's. Though she could never really pin point why.
Well- not until their last meeting of course.
With that memory in mind, she weaves slim fingers into his hair and tugs him closer.
He'd been her companion on that dark snowy mountaintop so many years ago-- they had a lot of time to catch up on. ]