(Closed) I'll be your crying shoulder

[sheriffwolf]

Who: Bigby Wolf (sheriffwolf) and Mary Margaret (cinnamonie)
Where: Bigby's Room (Second Floor, 207)
When: October 9th
Rating: PG
Summary: After a series of text messages, Mary Margaret comes by Bigby's room for a shoulder to cry on.
The Story:



[Bigby was in the middle of returning Mary Margaret's text, worry making him anxious when he heard the knock at his door. Puzzled, he walked over and opened his door, a bit surprised to see her so quickly. He scanned her face, trying to get an idea of why she was here as he stepped back, letting her walk into his room.]

Hi. Um, come on in.

[His room had little in the way of decorations. There was a small, cot sized bed on the corner next to a large table by a single window. A large, worn reclining chair sat opposite a rabbit eared television, an over flowing ashtray on a table nearby. It's clear from the indentations on the chair that Bigby sleeps in that as opposed to the bed which is really only there for emergencies. A small kitchenette is set up across the room with a large coffee pot and even more ashtrays and crumpled cigarette boxes. For as much as Bigby loves to eat, you wouldn't be able to tell from his room. It's more of a place where someone comes to sleep rather than spend a lot of time in. The scent of stale cigarettes hangs in the air - it's clear his room is not really meant for company and his cheeks flush a bit at the fact he didn't have a chance to pick up.

He rushes around, picking up the overflowing ash trays and dumps them in the trash can, opening the window as he passes to let some fresh air in.]

Can I make you some coffee?

Comments

[cinnamonie]

[ mary margaret feels a bit foolish, with how she rushes to bigby's room. foolish, for how she doesn't even wait for a reply. foolish, for how she really has no right to be here, to ask him for this at all. she doesn't want to dump this on him, but the reality of the situation came down to the fact she really had no one else. ruby would have been who she would have turned to, if the situation were different, but with how things are with emma and the fact derek is part of the problem, mary margaret just wants to get away. get away somewhere she feels safe, where there are no expectations of her, where she can just...be.

which is why she goes to find bigby.

because truth be told, she would have gone wherever it was he had been. out in the gardens, down in the dining room, it really didn't matter so much as long as she wasn't alone. as long as she could finally let herself relax and not worry about how it comes across to the other person there.

( she thinks about how she misses charming, but pushes the thought away before it churns her stomach too much )

the door opens and she looks up, face pale and fallen. she tries for a simple, apologetic smile but even then it barely holds as he opens the door for her to walk in. she steps inside, eyes scanning the room quickly and feeling fairly content with how it's just about exactly as she imagined it, down to the chair and tv set. she takes a few steps inside, standing a bit awkwardly in the middle of the room as she watches him rush around, finding that she doesn't have the energy to even tell him not to bother, that it was fine. instead, she lets her eyes wander, looking almost surprised when he asks her for coffee and shaking her head a little quickly at it. ]

No I'm- no coffee is fine, thank you though.