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1. What they smell like: Pine, Woodchip. 2. How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Due to her original form Autumn sleeps best sitting up right, however when she is with someone she really cares for or loves she will happily sleep on her back. 3. How much time they spend getting ready every morning: Just a quick hair plat so it don’t wave about. No makeup. 4. Their favorite thing to collect: Flowers to dry and preserve. 5. Left or right-handed: Ambidextrous. 6. Religion (if any): None, there was the old law of justice in the time of Aurora but much has changed. 7. Favorite sport: Find the meat ( a quick childhood game to encourage her to feed herself) 8. Favorite touristy thing to do when travelling: Photos of the landscape 9. A weird/obscure fear they have: Needles, thin knifes (anything that could poke your eye out) 10. The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: wreck it ralph

Anger bubbled away inside her, every event she’d witnessed and he just stood there.

“Monsters like you never understand what true pain is! You have no soul!”

The Bogeyman only lifted an eyebrow towards the girl who was acting more of a child throwing a temper than anything the monster would deem as worthy of him acknowledging. However, he tilted his head upwards and gave the Donkeyskin girl a look. 

      “You say that as though it’s something I           would actually care about?”

Faith stood facing the monster. Her breathing heavy, yet no reaction. 

You’d think a princess would complain over a broken nail and any other simplicity you can imagine. However, behind the fable, after your happily ever after fades... hell becomes real. Faith’s father was the first to start her story and she’d be damned if this beast ended it.

“Like I said. You have no soul!”

(via taintednurse)

He had figured it out alright, there had been no good reason at all as far as he was concerned. It had all been a ploy for him to face further humiliation. But she was observant about the hair, although he wouldn’t confess it was to take the attention off the tie. Though in reality was no way the others would not notice the bright neon pink item of wear. 

“I got a pretty good idea, with all the laughing that I’ve been subjected to. I guess I ought to thank you for that. Why couldn’t you just be honest with me?”

“Fine!” 

He wasn't going to like this, but he was incessant to learn why she subjected him to this. 

“We got drunk at the tip trap. I lost a game of darts to Gren. He dared me to force you to were a pink tie. So really its his fault.”

“He fucking started it though.” Woody hollared as he shoved the other man off of him.

“Woody I don’t give one to who started it. I’m ending it!” Last thing she needed was more aggro to add to her day.

“I was looking for an old…. friend, he was spotted her a few days ago. But I guess I got lost.” 

Faith new Winter meant no harm but she didn’t just want to tell her everything, even if she possibly could help.

“Who are you looking for maybe I can help you, find him.”

“His name... well he prefers Bigby, but you would probably have heard of him as the Big Bad Wolf. Ring any bells?”

somebody must've slipped a truth serum in my muse's breakfast cereal. ask any question, and you'll get a 100% honest answer blurted out loud.

Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character. How does your character react?

Bigby didn’t seem to affected by her command, he almost didn’t care. Other than to find out why. However, the problem was she didn’t have a reason other to toy with him, which didn’t seem to be working.

“Well like you said, you’ll have to wait till the end of the week.” Imitating his words. “And you don’t need to worry about it being like… Vivian’s ribbon… And it’s pink anyway, not purple. I wore one long enough to know.” A little sarcasm in her voice. Her feeling where still raw to the subject but she had managed to push them down low enough that she no longer felt any pain towards it.

‘Figures.’

He had a feeling she was going to say that just to keep him in the dark, it only stirred further suspicion that the whole thing was just for nothing. But he chose not to press her on it just yet. Maybe like with Nerissa; there was more to it. Although that was most likely doubtful, there was nothing he could connect the pink tie with besides the old ribbons. That case was already done and dusted, it only gave him more questions.

“Don’t worry, that’s not what I was worried about. I just don’t understand the point of this. It better not be a waste of time.”

-1 Week Later

“So can you see why I made you where it yet or not? Because you still look oblivious as to why you’re wearing it.” The tie did look to have had an effect on him, his demeanor had turned sour (probably from the long days of social torture), although he actually seemed to have washed his hair. 

‘Maybe it was a good idea’ Faith thought to herself ‘He actually seems to have put some effort into his appearance.’

He was still rather puzzled as to why she would feel that he loathed her. Bigby shook his head, “No, I really don’t hate you.” he answered honestly, trying to calm her down. The last thing he wanted was for her distress to intensify. “I trust you. Like I said, what you did what you felt was right, you were just afraid.” his eyes narrowed once he reflected on Georgie, who didn’t demonstrate mercy. That was also because he was under the puppet strings of the crooked man. Good riddance that he was finally caught.

He approached her, resting a palm on her shoulder, he managed to pull a smile in her direction. “I’ve got your back.” His other arm reached for a cigarette stashed in his pocket, he offered it to Faith out of kindness. “Here.”

Faith wasn't reluctant to take the cigarette from his grip and light it. Inhaling the toxic fumes that it released, allowing it to consume her pain. Whipping the budding tears from her eyes, she looked towards Bigby. A soft smile on her face.

“Thank you Bigby, for everything.”

Not only had he saved her from that rodent the crooked man, but he still had her back. She knew he trusted her, and to be honest she didn't know why she kept asking; only to make sure he wouldn't change his mind or remind her in the minutes between asking that she still had one person to back her up.