Thread: The Madness Among Us... [Blissy & November]

For reasons unbeknownst to even himself, a familiar aura struck the room silently, allowing such a clouded feeling to rise and grasp at the innocence that was Alice. It seemed like just yesterday he'd met a rather alluring somewhat innocent female on the street that may not have been as innocent as the story foretold. For once in Bigby's life, he was truly hoping that nothing would go wrong, that he could trust this girl with all his big heart could handle. He knew that something could go wrong, that she could potentially lie to him, give him false information and leads that would throw him into a dead ended alleyway. Of course, there was nothing wrong with a little challenge but he just couldn't convince himself that Alice was a murderer, rather than a victim. In a way, his fate was in the palm of her hands and all he needed to do was hear her story. Where she'd been, what she was doing, why she was where she said and all those all too obvious questions that anyone could just as easily lie about. But if he were to doubt anything about her, he'd be denying her the very right to speak, to give her words as to where she'd been during the time of the murder. As it stood now, her blue eyes stood out like no tomorrow. There was no sorrow behind them or devastation or pain and guilt behind them. Not to mention, she didn't come across as the type of girl who would even commit such acts. If anyone was a murderer in the room it was him . The response she'd given him in regard to his cigarette taste had thrown him off. In the beginning, when they'd first been placed into his very hands he hadn't quite remembered enjoying the taste or the smell for that matter. But they blocked out the one thing he could barely stand, especially when he'd been around a certain someone, which apparently accumulated itself for two people now. Both Alice and Snow had stronger scents than most and for that reason he'd found their presence alluring and highly attractive. It was not something that he'd been used to and by all means, whatever would block the smell, even it had been a candle or some sort of air freshener, nothing would do him as much justice as the cancer stick that lay place in his mouth. Such a simple object had put his mind at ease even if the scent of Alice remain much stronger than even that of Snow. His loyalty to Snow was no question but the two had not paired off as a couple. They made a good team but she had never exactly seen him for whom he was let alone the feelings he held for her. Assuming that there was no way in all eternity that Snow would ever fall for a man such as him. There was nothing Bigby felt had been too special about him. Confidence remain strong on the outside but on the inside, was he really a truly confident person? Of course his natural instincts took over but that did not protect him from what happened in the reality presented in front of him. Alice's statement on it's own had caused his brows to furrow, if only for an instant. A confused expression found way to his eyes and then quickly forced seriousness to reform in the room. In a roundabout way, she'd complimented him but Bigby knew that getting to the bottom of this was where everything was soon to gather. If only everyone thought like you... Observing Alice carefully he'd wait for her expression to change, but nothing had seemed suspicious or anything of the sort. Instead she seemed curious in his question, wishing to understand what he meant by what was asked. Knowing quite well the way he worded things could have been taken in a rather harsh way, but instead she'd given him a straight answer and for that, he could not hold her against it. It was her word over his and she knew what she was talking about. All he could do was try and see if she'd been lying or not. There was no lie here, at least not in his eyes or his ears. Her words did not stutter, they did not falter, they did not ramble and they did not shiver. There was something here that seemed pure to him and he'd have to agree with his senses on this one. But Bigby's interests did not quite stop there. From watching her very closely his eyes wandered down to her clothes, as though looking for blood that he'd not seen even an inch upon her. From the looks of the crime scene, there was without a doubt blood splattered upon almost every surface. In this case however, the only thing he stumbled upon was that of the very tiny holes that pierced the skin of her arms. His eyes momentarily locked there, time slowing down for him as he took notice to them and then soon back to her eyes. He didn't want to seem as though he'd be staring somewhere strange. Awkwardness was not needed at this time. Breaking the news to just about anyone was always such a hard thing. Taking a moment to himself he allowed himself room to breathe, taking in the idea that Alice had not only known the Hatter, but the two of them lived together as well. This was quite possibly going to be one of the hardest things he'd have to do in a long time. With his big heart taking the pain for her, he'd slip the cigarette from his lips slowly. He had to make this moment one that didn't have him seeming like some stuck up prick in his own little world. Right now, Alice did not need that. So he put the cigarette out, burning the tip of it against the ashtray that lay upon his desk. With air suddenly growing thick and the scent of Alice's very self sitting before him he'd waver with worry. Fingers lacing together as he placed his hands upon the desk. From her eyes to his he'd take a breather, a moment to himself and then begin to speak. It was now, or never. Breaking her heart would have to do, it was the only thing to do. But he kept his professionalism as best he could. Even with her scent strongly surrounding him, he'd still find a way to observe her reaction. I'm sorry to say this Alison but we found the Hatter last night. He's... well, he's dead. We found his body, he's been murdered... In some way, Bigby felt responsible. With Crane's influences heavily on his shoulders he began to worry of her momentary reaction. The voice of Crane echoing in his mind over and over telling him that he was responsible for keeping all citizens alive and well and obeying the law. They both knew that was next to impossible at the time but it was in Bigby's right to at least try. For some reason, he felt as though he failed Alice. Even though he was not the sort of man to go out at night hunting for crime or see to it that he caught every single solitary individual who did one thing wrong he still felt guilty of this crime. With his ears theoretically back and his brows furrowed he'd give Alice the look of devastation and compassion, attempting in a way to empathise with her even if he'd never been good with such a thing in his life. Empathy ran strong sometimes but he never quite knew how to deal with it. This was one of those times where he didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do and awaited for her to react before he could do anything.