The one conceit of this meme: humans (or human-expies, whatever beings they may be) mate for life. With this comes the typical trappings of "mating for life" - indescribable closeness, contentment around your "destined," and, of course, in your all-too-familiar worst case, jealousy and rage should the bond be threatened.
Oh, and there's also the little caveat that, should your mate die, you die as well. But that's not too much to swallow, is it? The whole thing is only a small conceit, you know.
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romanticism | You approach the potential of mating with a dreamy hope. It will be just like a romance novel! distaste | Ugh, mating? You're going to put it off...or maybe even try not to do it at all. imprint | That's them. That's the one. You both know it, and you can't keep away. first | The first time you come together sets the bond in stone, not to mention sets the stage for the rest of your lives. share | Some mates are able to communicate and share their secrets through a mental link; others have to do it the old fashioned way and just speak up. calm | When one partner goes berserk, there's only one person in this world who can get them to settle down. comfort | Merely being in the presence of your mate can turn your stormy day around. heal | Scars, mental or physical, can be mended with the right love from a mate. need | Your body is going through actual physical withdrawal due to being away from your one and only. protect | Whether the threat be real or jealously perceived, you have to keep what's yours from harm. obsessed | You're beyond jealous. You've taken it too far mistake | Mating with them was not the right decision, but you can't take it back. cheat | Despite your being mated, you've chosen to break a sacred trust and go outside the home. death | There's not much will left to live in you after your mate has passed. Even if there was, it's not like you have much of a choice not to die. old mated couple | You've lasted a long time. This may be your "happy ending."
[Sarah takes a few moments to let that all soak in, a pinched look on her face and a hand back to briefly rubbing at her cheek. Everything that happened between them had been at most three months ago, maybe four?
And she knew just when his plans begin. And she knew just what part she had played in all of it, what part Moppet and Jareth's inability to bend even her shade to his will has played in it. All those people...]
I'm so sorry.
[There's sincerity there and her sorrow absolutely dampens down her scent.]
I mean he did a majority of it but...
[How was she going to be able to look at him again? His callousness to those in the Labyrinth was enough to anger her of course but this... where had all of those people gone to?! She's suddenly seized by the urge to hunt each and every one of them down after she leaves here, once she can get her hands on a list of them all. They had to still be somewhere in the Labyrinth, even if this place had changed them, even if maybe they fell in those oubliettes or the Bog or--
She takes in a breath. Once this was all done, maybe she could get a list from this guy or his boss somehow. Then she would track each and every one of them down.]
We'll close that door. If he tries to open any others, I'll close those too.
[Sarah's sadness smells like her anger, just not as sharp. It's just as overpowering though. And she does a better job of holding in her emotions than he does, but just how absolutely worn her face looks does a pretty good job of telling Bigby how she's feeling anyway. He half regrets telling her for this reason. Of course she'd blame herself. He would too if he was in her situation.]
Yeah. He did. [His voice is soft.] None of this is your fault, Sarah.
[She might not believe it, but it's something that she should hear anyway, and enough times. Behind his own quieter feelings, any vestigial anger he has left over for Jareth from their meeting simmers into potent hate. Left alone and dwelt upon for too long and he knows it's going to take the leap and turn into rage.
And the guy's still on his bullshit, even after whatever happened with him and Sarah's other self. He's not going to quit. That they might have to make him is—
Well. It dampens the anger, just a little.]
I know people who can help. They're good at what they do. If there are any other doors, they can find them. [Maybe they already have. The people on the Thirteenth Floor are strange like that; just because they work directly for Fabletown doesn't mean they don't keep secrets. A troubling idea, but when you've dealt with this job for as long as he has, you get used to those.] And they can figure out how your magic works. They can help you.
[He looks directly at her when he speaks, and at first he thinks it would be best to leave the implication unspoken, but again — there are some things you need to hear sometimes.]
[Now probably really isn't the time to be amused or make a joke. He's being sincere, looking right at her and everything. And there's that something that stirs up again, the thing she can't put a finger on that's been wanting to tug at her quietly since the oubliettes. The Labyrinth's draw is ever present while she's here, a whisper in it's walls and through it's ground that she had never known her first time here.
And then there's a whisper in whatever this is that wants to stir up with his look. If she were a teenager again she would call it -- yeah, no, that's stupid. It was dumb then to dream of Goblin Kings with yearning hearts and it's something left firmly in those fairy tales.
She'll still probably think about it later though when the door is shut and she's home alone in her quiet little suburban house. For now though she huffs out an amused breath, quirking a grin at him.]
That sure sounds like a fairy tale answer to me, you know.
[There's no accusation in her tone, just teasing. She sighs out though, nodding.]
Good. I'm glad someone can. I'm sure it doesn't go any further than the Labyrinth itself... maybe. I don't know really.
[What was she anymore even? Was she still human? She wasn't a fae like Jareth, was she? Then again, she had eaten that peach all those years ago. Only a bit but then again it had only taken a seed for Persephone so...]
[He allows himself a tiny snort at that.] I never said I was above them, y'know. I'm only— [human] ... I'm not perfect.
[He scratches the back of his neck, hand on his hip, and pulls his eyes away from her for a moment to look back around them. Distracting himself with the sight of the Wise Man's hat bobbing gently as it tries to fight off its own sleepiness makes for as good a sight to focus on as any. Telling her so much and so readily is doing a number on his comfort levels. But it's why he's able to slip in words that don't have any meaning to her yet like Fable and mundy; he's trying to get used to it just as much as he's trying to get her used to it.
And they haven't even gotten to the really fun stuff yet.]
There's a couple ways we can figure it out. If my boss — Snow — were here, she'd probably want us to do more research on it with the people I was talking about. That's how we found out this place was called the Underground.
[Wish they could have found out a bit more about its king, though. He chews the inside of his cheek, thinking.]
Wasn't much else to go by, though. [Back to light disgruntlement.] I don't even think the mundies have any stories about it.
I always wondered about that afterward. I wouldn't have known of any of it either if I hadn't found that book but I couldn't tell you where I found it either.
[This sort of shit always has to start with some mystery, right? An enchanted book found by a lonely, angry teenager who then spins an even more elaborate story and ends up changing her whole life sure sounds like one of those typical young adult novels anyhow.]
There's plenty of stories of people being spirited away, even by goblins but --
[Here she shrugs. And here Hoggle speaks up for the first time in a while.]
Probably cause the Labyrinth is all Jareth's design. It ain't a natural thing like none of us around here who live in it... or it weren't at first. Found this place and made this Labyrinth on his own, y'know? They's even some stories about him doing it all to outrun a woman.
[And there Sarah outright snorts, brows raised as she looks over at the dwarf.]
What, you mean he has a stalker?
That's how the rumors go. Don't know if it's true but after all the business with that Mizumi woman and her ablations, wouldn't surprise me none.
[Sarah gives Hoggle a bit of an incredulous look.]
What good did building a Labyrinth do to keep a woman of that power away from him?
[From the way he raises his eyebrows (and boy, are they getting a workout today) at that piece of information, he wasn't expecting to hear this. Going by the unfamiliar name Hoggle tosses out, it seems like part of it — at least the part that has to do with Mizumi, whoever she is — has something to do with the long story Sarah's been trying to avoid. And here they go, looped back around to things they've been trying to avoid discussing.]
Probably desperation. I don't think he's as brave as he lets on. We're talking about a guy who'd rather sit in a crystal ball than get his hands dirty killing us.
[Eye-rolling aside, scared people do drastic things when they want to stay hidden, take it from him. But that gets into something else that's just as vital and similar in all the worst ways. Bigby can't believe he didn't make this connection sooner, and he mentally kicks himself for it when he addresses both Sarah and Hoggle.]
Have... either of you ever heard of someone called the Adversary? Out of curiosity. [He's been so occupied thinking about the worst case scenarios for what would happen if Jareth were to meet the Adversary that he didn't stop to realize that maybe he already has.]
Oh he's not. I mean I bullied him around when I was a kid after all.
[Then again he was all about control. And when he could no longer control her, he simple feared her and was determined to bend her to his control. And he viewed all of that as love because... well, that was the way fae were.
At the question she looks curiously back at Bigby, shakes her head and then looks down to Hoggle.]
[And the absolute relief that bubbles up in his chest is reinvigorating and downright wonderful. Wherever this world is, it's small enough to avoid the Adversary's attention, just like the mundy world. It's a massive bullet dodged, because if Sarah and the ablation inside her don't know, and if Hoggle who's lived here his whole life doesn't know, then it's perfectly reasonable to assume Jareth doesn't know either.
And if he doesn't know, you could really spin it to your favor in two ways. Either they don't tell him and don't risk the chance of him stupidly seeking the Adversary out himself...
Or it can be our bargaining chip.
He looks mildly blindsided, but not upset in the least. Slowly, he shakes his head.]
Then you're lucky. [Another solemn topic again, and one Bigby has to be careful with how he explains; this must be a lot to take in after all. So he looks back out over the courtyard to focus himself on something else for a moment as he starts,] There are a lot of worlds out there like this one. I used to come from one. It wasn't exactly the same, but it had most of... this. Royalty, kingdoms. Faeries. [He tilts his head back to the castle briefly, and then at Hoggle.] Goblins.
[It doesn't sound like a briefing or an exchange of information anymore. It's more intimate as nostalgia tends to be.]
It wasn't perfect, but it wasn't... horrible.
[Most times.]
There was a war. [Now the softness grows an edge. There's no way to sugarcoat it no matter what nice words he picks out.] It started far away, in a place no one knew or cared about. And when that kingdom fell, it moved on to another. And another. Until it was everywhere.
[There's a pause.]
No one knew who started it. We still don't know, but we call him the Adversary.
[It's a bit of a cliche name, that's her first thought. And yet it's a perfect name for a more fairy tale villain. The Adversary really sums it up and tells you plainly that this is the 'big bad'.
And yet... her eyes drift off to that castle. She wonders not for the first time how much of this he can hear. She didn't feel his presence here and if she hadn't been distracted in the tunnels she was sure she would have felt him before that crystal of his rolled into view. Now that she was actively, honestly listening to that thing that presented as gentle tugging, she somewhat understood that he couldn't just creep up again.
And she understood that he knew that too. Her brow furrowed at that thought. What else hadn't he told her? Did he know about this Adversary? Did he not? Or did he just not care?
Meanwhile the word 'war' has Hoggle leaping straight to attention.]
Not again! Ooooh, after all that with Toby and Mizumi and the Labyrinth near breaking apart! Do you know how much spraying I had t' do?! All them pixies sneaking in through the cracks in the walls round here!
[He throws his hands in the air.]
Well I ain't doin' it again if another fight or whatever comes here. You can all just get bitten up like crazy by them for all I care!
[NOBODY KNOWS HIS PAIN.
Sarah sighs out. She can't even comment on Bigby's obvious nostalgia trip or how terrible any of it sounds because Hoggle is having an absolute meltdown now.]
It's going to be alright, Hoggle. Nobody is going to break apart the Labyrinth again, trust me.
[He gives Hoggle an authentic "are you serious" face. Haven't seen one of those for a while, have you?
And finally:] Yeah, she's right. The Adversary wouldn't break it apart.
[He leaves enough of a pause there to give them a moment to feel comfortable before continuing harshly:]
First he'd roll in with his army and they'd start pillaging and killing everything they see. Every village they find, they'll kill everyone in it except the women and children. Those ones they'd split up into who gets to live as slaves and who gets saved for rations on their way through the rest of the kingdom. Everyone else, they torture to death. Then they'll go to the castle and kill everyone inside except the king, who gets to be last.
And then they fucking take your kingdom for theirs, strip everything they can from it to use for their army including stealing anything magical you have that the Adversary might want. And then they turn it into a fucking wasteland.
[He's well pissed by the time he's done. Thinking about it is infuriating, but having to explain it to someone who's more worried about pixie bites is up there too. And unfortunately, while he may have self-control and patience in some areas, there are others that.... ehhh. A little improvement wouldn't hurt.]
That's what he'll do to this place. [He gestures to the castle, to the hedge, to everything. End fucking sentence.]
Edited (it needed a more edge) 2019-05-25 00:27 (UTC)
Hoggle stammers out something or other. It might be words but it's incoherent enough to be nothing at all in the end. Real honest-to-goodness war is so outside of the dwarf's purview of life that he doesn't seem completely sure how to take Bigby's words. The biggest tyrant he's ever known had been Jareth after all and the Goblin King's deeds are nowhere close to Bigby's description of what the Adversary does.
And at seeing Hoggle so baffled, there's a quick protective flash of anger all through Sarah that leaves her muscles momentarily tense. And yet... if what Bigby says is true -- and she doesn't doubt it if for all the vehemence in his words -- it could quickly be something that the dwarf and many, many others here would have far too intimate knowledge of.
Bigby's being harsh and sharp for a reason, so she thinks. And so she can't bring herself to react to that initial flash of protective anger inside herself. She can still react though and her voice gentle as she speaks to Hoggle himself and calls his attention back to her.]
Hey. Let's just focus on getting out of here first, okay?
[The dwarf snaps his gaze to her. And then bobs his head a little, still looking a little ill.]
Yeah. Sure.
[He seems happy to head off first and the brunette herself sighs, hands on her hips a moment and eyes directed skyward before she looks back to the man himself. A gesture of her head in the direction Hoggle has went, the direction she had been meaning to go before the Exposition Dump Stop, with the distinct look of a teacher herding up disruptive students.]
You too, let's go.
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[And once the intense but brief burst of anger passes, Bigby's left in awkward silence. It dulls even more when Sarah addresses him in that disappointed tone, prim and terse with a look in her eyes to match. It reminds him very distinctly of how Snow acts whenever she has to rein him in, and it makes him feel just as embarrassed. His brow creases and his eyes avoid hers.
But regardless, he slowly and dutifully follows behind anyway. If he had a tail, it would definitely be tucked between his legs.]
I have a name, y'know. [Which he just remembers he never gave to her. Goddamnit.]
[The weird thing is, he's only a inch or so taller than she is. He doesn't feel big or angry right now walking behind her, just kind of like he's along for the ride and the best way to enjoy it is to keep his foot out of his mouth.]
Only if I can call you Highness. [He says that lowly, more like he's talking to himself rather than her.] You actually almost had the first part of it right. It's Bigby. Bigby Wolf.
[She tests the name out, then nods before glancing over her shoulder at him again.]
Alright then, Bigby. I'm not exactly sure where we're going from here. I've only ever headed for the castle, not away from it. Like you said though, I'm going to trust you and you're going to trust me.
[A beat, then:]
So please, try not to give Hoggle a heart attack before we get out of here.
[» I'll try. » He started it. » I was only trying to help. » ...]
I can try. Don't know how long it'll last though. [Which comes from him watching Hoggle further up ahead who stumbles on the stone walkway, either out of disorientation or hearing that comment. He catches himself and shoots a glare over in Bigby's direction.
Well, he doesn't recognize that language. He looks away, chewing back a lopsided smile. Oops.]
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And she knew just when his plans begin. And she knew just what part she had played in all of it, what part Moppet and Jareth's inability to bend even her shade to his will has played in it. All those people...]
I'm so sorry.
[There's sincerity there and her sorrow absolutely dampens down her scent.]
I mean he did a majority of it but...
[How was she going to be able to look at him again? His callousness to those in the Labyrinth was enough to anger her of course but this... where had all of those people gone to?! She's suddenly seized by the urge to hunt each and every one of them down after she leaves here, once she can get her hands on a list of them all. They had to still be somewhere in the Labyrinth, even if this place had changed them, even if maybe they fell in those oubliettes or the Bog or--
She takes in a breath. Once this was all done, maybe she could get a list from this guy or his boss somehow. Then she would track each and every one of them down.]
We'll close that door. If he tries to open any others, I'll close those too.
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Yeah. He did. [His voice is soft.] None of this is your fault, Sarah.
[She might not believe it, but it's something that she should hear anyway, and enough times. Behind his own quieter feelings, any vestigial anger he has left over for Jareth from their meeting simmers into potent hate. Left alone and dwelt upon for too long and he knows it's going to take the leap and turn into rage.
And the guy's still on his bullshit, even after whatever happened with him and Sarah's other self. He's not going to quit. That they might have to make him is—
Well. It dampens the anger, just a little.]
I know people who can help. They're good at what they do. If there are any other doors, they can find them. [Maybe they already have. The people on the Thirteenth Floor are strange like that; just because they work directly for Fabletown doesn't mean they don't keep secrets. A troubling idea, but when you've dealt with this job for as long as he has, you get used to those.] And they can figure out how your magic works. They can help you.
[He looks directly at her when he speaks, and at first he thinks it would be best to leave the implication unspoken, but again — there are some things you need to hear sometimes.]
You don't have to be alone anymore.
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And then there's a whisper in whatever this is that wants to stir up with his look. If she were a teenager again she would call it -- yeah, no, that's stupid. It was dumb then to dream of Goblin Kings with yearning hearts and it's something left firmly in those fairy tales.
She'll still probably think about it later though when the door is shut and she's home alone in her quiet little suburban house. For now though she huffs out an amused breath, quirking a grin at him.]
That sure sounds like a fairy tale answer to me, you know.
[There's no accusation in her tone, just teasing. She sighs out though, nodding.]
Good. I'm glad someone can. I'm sure it doesn't go any further than the Labyrinth itself... maybe. I don't know really.
[What was she anymore even? Was she still human? She wasn't a fae like Jareth, was she? Then again, she had eaten that peach all those years ago. Only a bit but then again it had only taken a seed for Persephone so...]
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[He scratches the back of his neck, hand on his hip, and pulls his eyes away from her for a moment to look back around them. Distracting himself with the sight of the Wise Man's hat bobbing gently as it tries to fight off its own sleepiness makes for as good a sight to focus on as any. Telling her so much and so readily is doing a number on his comfort levels. But it's why he's able to slip in words that don't have any meaning to her yet like Fable and mundy; he's trying to get used to it just as much as he's trying to get her used to it.
And they haven't even gotten to the really fun stuff yet.]
There's a couple ways we can figure it out. If my boss — Snow — were here, she'd probably want us to do more research on it with the people I was talking about. That's how we found out this place was called the Underground.
[Wish they could have found out a bit more about its king, though. He chews the inside of his cheek, thinking.]
Wasn't much else to go by, though. [Back to light disgruntlement.] I don't even think the mundies have any stories about it.
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[This sort of shit always has to start with some mystery, right? An enchanted book found by a lonely, angry teenager who then spins an even more elaborate story and ends up changing her whole life sure sounds like one of those typical young adult novels anyhow.]
There's plenty of stories of people being spirited away, even by goblins but --
[Here she shrugs. And here Hoggle speaks up for the first time in a while.]
Probably cause the Labyrinth is all Jareth's design. It ain't a natural thing like none of us around here who live in it... or it weren't at first. Found this place and made this Labyrinth on his own, y'know? They's even some stories about him doing it all to outrun a woman.
[And there Sarah outright snorts, brows raised as she looks over at the dwarf.]
What, you mean he has a stalker?
That's how the rumors go. Don't know if it's true but after all the business with that Mizumi woman and her ablations, wouldn't surprise me none.
[Sarah gives Hoggle a bit of an incredulous look.]
What good did building a Labyrinth do to keep a woman of that power away from him?
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Probably desperation. I don't think he's as brave as he lets on. We're talking about a guy who'd rather sit in a crystal ball than get his hands dirty killing us.
[Eye-rolling aside, scared people do drastic things when they want to stay hidden, take it from him. But that gets into something else that's just as vital and similar in all the worst ways. Bigby can't believe he didn't make this connection sooner, and he mentally kicks himself for it when he addresses both Sarah and Hoggle.]
Have... either of you ever heard of someone called the Adversary? Out of curiosity. [He's been so occupied thinking about the worst case scenarios for what would happen if Jareth were to meet the Adversary that he didn't stop to realize that maybe he already has.]
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[Then again he was all about control. And when he could no longer control her, he simple feared her and was determined to bend her to his control. And he viewed all of that as love because... well, that was the way fae were.
At the question she looks curiously back at Bigby, shakes her head and then looks down to Hoggle.]
Don't sound familiar to me neither.
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And if he doesn't know, you could really spin it to your favor in two ways. Either they don't tell him and don't risk the chance of him stupidly seeking the Adversary out himself...
Or it can be our bargaining chip.
He looks mildly blindsided, but not upset in the least. Slowly, he shakes his head.]
Then you're lucky. [Another solemn topic again, and one Bigby has to be careful with how he explains; this must be a lot to take in after all. So he looks back out over the courtyard to focus himself on something else for a moment as he starts,] There are a lot of worlds out there like this one. I used to come from one. It wasn't exactly the same, but it had most of... this. Royalty, kingdoms. Faeries. [He tilts his head back to the castle briefly, and then at Hoggle.] Goblins.
[It doesn't sound like a briefing or an exchange of information anymore. It's more intimate as nostalgia tends to be.]
It wasn't perfect, but it wasn't... horrible.
[Most times.]
There was a war. [Now the softness grows an edge. There's no way to sugarcoat it no matter what nice words he picks out.] It started far away, in a place no one knew or cared about. And when that kingdom fell, it moved on to another. And another. Until it was everywhere.
[There's a pause.]
No one knew who started it. We still don't know, but we call him the Adversary.
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And yet... her eyes drift off to that castle. She wonders not for the first time how much of this he can hear. She didn't feel his presence here and if she hadn't been distracted in the tunnels she was sure she would have felt him before that crystal of his rolled into view. Now that she was actively, honestly listening to that thing that presented as gentle tugging, she somewhat understood that he couldn't just creep up again.
And she understood that he knew that too. Her brow furrowed at that thought. What else hadn't he told her? Did he know about this Adversary? Did he not? Or did he just not care?
Meanwhile the word 'war' has Hoggle leaping straight to attention.]
Not again! Ooooh, after all that with Toby and Mizumi and the Labyrinth near breaking apart! Do you know how much spraying I had t' do?! All them pixies sneaking in through the cracks in the walls round here!
[He throws his hands in the air.]
Well I ain't doin' it again if another fight or whatever comes here. You can all just get bitten up like crazy by them for all I care!
[NOBODY KNOWS HIS PAIN.
Sarah sighs out. She can't even comment on Bigby's obvious nostalgia trip or how terrible any of it sounds because Hoggle is having an absolute meltdown now.]
It's going to be alright, Hoggle. Nobody is going to break apart the Labyrinth again, trust me.
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And finally:] Yeah, she's right. The Adversary wouldn't break it apart.
[He leaves enough of a pause there to give them a moment to feel comfortable before continuing harshly:]
First he'd roll in with his army and they'd start pillaging and killing everything they see. Every village they find, they'll kill everyone in it except the women and children. Those ones they'd split up into who gets to live as slaves and who gets saved for rations on their way through the rest of the kingdom. Everyone else, they torture to death. Then they'll go to the castle and kill everyone inside except the king, who gets to be last.
And then they fucking take your kingdom for theirs, strip everything they can from it to use for their army including stealing anything magical you have that the Adversary might want. And then they turn it into a fucking wasteland.
[He's well pissed by the time he's done. Thinking about it is infuriating, but having to explain it to someone who's more worried about pixie bites is up there too. And unfortunately, while he may have self-control and patience in some areas, there are others that.... ehhh. A little improvement wouldn't hurt.]
That's what he'll do to this place. [He gestures to the castle, to the hedge, to everything. End fucking sentence.]
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...
Hoggle stammers out something or other. It might be words but it's incoherent enough to be nothing at all in the end. Real honest-to-goodness war is so outside of the dwarf's purview of life that he doesn't seem completely sure how to take Bigby's words. The biggest tyrant he's ever known had been Jareth after all and the Goblin King's deeds are nowhere close to Bigby's description of what the Adversary does.
And at seeing Hoggle so baffled, there's a quick protective flash of anger all through Sarah that leaves her muscles momentarily tense. And yet... if what Bigby says is true -- and she doesn't doubt it if for all the vehemence in his words -- it could quickly be something that the dwarf and many, many others here would have far too intimate knowledge of.
Bigby's being harsh and sharp for a reason, so she thinks. And so she can't bring herself to react to that initial flash of protective anger inside herself. She can still react though and her voice gentle as she speaks to Hoggle himself and calls his attention back to her.]
Hey. Let's just focus on getting out of here first, okay?
[The dwarf snaps his gaze to her. And then bobs his head a little, still looking a little ill.]
Yeah. Sure.
[He seems happy to head off first and the brunette herself sighs, hands on her hips a moment and eyes directed skyward before she looks back to the man himself. A gesture of her head in the direction Hoggle has went, the direction she had been meaning to go before the Exposition Dump Stop, with the distinct look of a teacher herding up disruptive students.]
You too, let's go.
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But regardless, he slowly and dutifully follows behind anyway. If he had a tail, it would definitely be tucked between his legs.]
I have a name, y'know. [Which he just remembers he never gave to her. Goddamnit.]
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What, Big Angry Guy? Can I just call you 'BAG' for short?
[Okay, okay, amusement aside.]
You know mine already but I'm Sarah Williams. Now, what do I call you?
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Only if I can call you Highness. [He says that lowly, more like he's talking to himself rather than her.] You actually almost had the first part of it right. It's Bigby. Bigby Wolf.
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[She tests the name out, then nods before glancing over her shoulder at him again.]
Alright then, Bigby. I'm not exactly sure where we're going from here. I've only ever headed for the castle, not away from it. Like you said though, I'm going to trust you and you're going to trust me.
[A beat, then:]
So please, try not to give Hoggle a heart attack before we get out of here.
#lethogglesayfuck
» He started it.
» I was only trying to help.
» ...]
I can try. Don't know how long it'll last though. [Which comes from him watching Hoggle further up ahead who stumbles on the stone walkway, either out of disorientation or hearing that comment. He catches himself and shoots a glare over in Bigby's direction.
Well, he doesn't recognize that language. He looks away, chewing back a lopsided smile. Oops.]