BuckleyInTheHouse

Snow White watched the streets of Fabletown through her frosted window. The city was as burdened with snow as she was with her responsibilities as Deputy Mayor of Fable Town. She was lost in her thoughts when she heard a soft knock on her office door. She didn't need to turn around to know that it was him - Bigby, formerly the Big Bad Wolf and now the Sheriff of Fabletown. "Snow," he said in a gentle voice as he stepped into the room. "You look like something's bothering you. Do you want to talk about it? Sighing, Snow stepped forward, burying herself in his arms, taking comfort in their warmth. Everyone thought that she was as cold as ice; only Bigsby saw this side of her. "I'm tired, Bigby," she confessed. "The politcs, the paperwork, the politics....sometimes it just feels too much. Sometimes I even miss my old life in the Homelands." Bigby's grip tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers. "I know it's not easy, Snow. But you're doing an amazing job. Fabletown couldn't

In the ocean where the wave sigh Sleeps a goddess of powers most high With hair as black as the night's dark sky Her hair is like a raven's wing Around the fish gather and sing But she is a queen without a king She waits alone for love As sad as a solitary dove Hidden from the world above Until a man who is more Than the other men before Arrives at her underwater shore She is happy and so is he In their world beneath the sea Filled at last with sounds of glee

Who owns the sea? I know Its queen lives far below Beauty like an ivory bow Undimmed by rain, storm or snow She causes the waves to shake And the tides she does make At her name, tyrants quake Like the Kraken, she will wake And rise from her green sea Bringing justice for you and me Vanessa, queen of all that will be Most merciful and stern is she

It was hot in the Iron Nail bar and very noisy. Little Chuck didn't like a lot of noise or people around him. It made his skin prickle with uneasiness. He preferred mountains and forests and open spaces. Not the stinking interior of a crowded bar. "You're so drunk!" he scolded himself. If Little Chuck was honest, he knew that the only reason he was there was Whithers. His redheaded boyfriend had wanted a drink and insisted that Little Chuck tagged along. He knew Whithers - the other man was getting into one of his blue moods. Nearby someone told a dirty joke. Something about a tunnel, an adventurer and a horny dragon. Little Chuck told a sip of his fifth drink or was it his sixth? The bar was looking a bit hazy. Next to him, Whithers put his head on the bar counter-top. "Hey!" Little Chuck shook him. "Come on, you can't sleep here." The redheaded feral just growled at him and went back to dreamland. Oh, this was bad. Whithers didn't often get blotto but when he did, he really