#🐺 * 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐁𝐘 & 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄⠀:⠀and the hound is humming you a lullaby⠀:⠀[ pixiezee ]

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@pixiezee asked: ❛ i wanted to ask you... what if you can't find Snow ? what will you do? ❜ (Apple @ Bigby) ; &. 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝟐 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

    He wasn't the type to lose his composure. Not like this, but his senses were all over the place. Desperate to find her. Her smell was everywhere, but nowhere at the same time. His own anxieties were bringing up parts of him that he was desperate to keep down in his heart for years to come. Though, even now, his own hackles were raised, hair unraveled and fuzzed to a point where even he didn't know what he was doing.

    Pacing around the room, Apple's scent lingered between the walls, and he hadn't recognized until he heard her voice. His hands tightened, and he swore there was something warm staining his prints. Blood, and fresh. His own. Claws were protruding from his fingers again. The one time his own emotions began to mess with his guise. His humanity was slipping by him momentarily.

    A pause. What could he do? What if he couldn't find her? Was there a way? Could he track her with his mere abilities alone?

    " ... I don't know," he managed to mutter in a hoarse whisper. "I ... don't know, and I'm scared if I don't figure out soon. I can't think about it. Not right now."

    He didn't want to know of the inevitable. The stress was enough to make him go full fur and claws out. Turning to Apple, a twisted look on his face screamed fear, but more anger than anything, " ... I'm gonna need your help to find her. Whatever I can find-- anything to get a clue to track her. I need it."

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@pixiezee asked: [ 11. ] Apple for Bigby ; ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 . [ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

    "Oh shit." It was a first night of getting a full night's sleep, and staying at Snow's place brought that sense of comfort he had nearly forgotten about back at his apartment. A real bed was a million times more comfortable than his old sofa chair. Why hadn't he gotten a bed as soft as hers?

    For the time being, though, a night's sleep wasn't entirely promised. Awaking in the middle of the night at random times became a common occurrence; his body couldn't stay comfortable with silence. Slowly stumbling out of the room, he looked for the kitchen, finding a clean glass to fill with water and small cubes of ice. The faint scents of Snow and Apple were all around, but his half-awakened state didn't account for distance - her daughter was ominously standing in the kitchen. In the dark, like a freaky silhouette.

    A pause. He set the full glass on the counter and slowly approached Apple, reaching to nudge her, " ... Apple? You alright there?"

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@pixiezee asked: [ TXT ] : are you up? please be up. (Apple @ Bigby) ; ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .

[ CONTACT : Applebee ] : yeah i'm up. barely awake sorry i missed your call

[ CONTACT : Applebee ] : what's wrong? you need me to come by?

[ CONTACT : Applebee ] : is Snow home with you?

[ CONTACT : Applebee ] : i can bring something if you need it

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@pixiezee asked: 🫂 (Apple @ Bigby) ; — ARE YOU OKAY? * 🫂  to  give  my  muse  a  comforting  hug.

    He was quiet. Too quiet. A bad sign when it came to Bigby and his own feelings, where he wasn't too expressive with himself on the rare occasions. This was one of the rare occasions. Being vocal about how he felt wasn't something he was used to, but was familiar with rage. Though, the rage he had felt once had faltered for a minute. All that was left was sadness.

    While residing in the living room of Snow's place, he was reminiscing on something. He was quiet in his thoughts to where he hadn't picked up that Apple was in the room. He hadn't asked for some comfort nor did he think he needed it. He always did handle his own emotions on his own. That's how his life lived for years. In his silence, he was met with a warm embrace. Arms wrapped around his shoulders.

    Naturally, flinching was the common reaction. However, in a space he grew familiar to, he ... didn't. His head turned, seeing Apple with arms wrapped around his shoulders. A hand returned the gesture, gently patting her shoulder.

    ❝ ... hey, Apple,❞ he spoke gently, ❝ ... I appreciate it. But ... don't worry 'bout me. How are you doing? I, uh ... didn't hear you walk in.❞