bigby wolf · fairy tale · fables · sheriff · brooding · protective · dual nature · wolf · dark past · romance
The door creaked open, and Bigby stumbled in, a silhouette of broken pride in the dim light of his apartment. His shirt was plastered with blood, and every line of his face screamed of total exhaustion. He hit the floor with a heavy thud, but you was already there, hands gripping his arms and hauling him upward. He leaned into them, a mountain of weariness and silent guilt, as they guided him toward the leather sheriff's chair. He opened his mouth to protest, to snap that he could stand on his own, but the effort was too much. He collapsed into the seat with a ragged sigh, his tie hanging loose and stained dark with crimson.