Charlie Archer ☾ Bigby Wolf (bigbadsheriff) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-01-11 03:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | abigail wolfe, charlie archer |
Who: Charlie Archer & Abigail Wolfe
What: Dealing with some post-New Years awkward
When: Saturday, January 10th, 2015
Where: Camelot grounds
Warnings: TBD? Probably nothing major
Weekends were always a little bit quieter around the castle. Charlie preferred the quiet, it kept him sane, if such a thing was even possible. He'd gotten in the habit of taking walks in the middle of the day, when he started to feel too cooped up in his office and he was practically itching out of his human skin, craving a short stint in the wild with nothing but the wind in his fur and the hard ground under his paws. Ironically, it was the only time he felt he could really think straight.
Everything in Camelot had hit a weird sort of limbo in between crises. They were still working on getting Xander out of jail, but James just had his cover blown and they'd had to do a quick emergency extraction in order to avoid him getting taken in by the FBI too. With the combined effort of the Reconnaissance and Security team, they'd managed to get him out of there in time and immediately put him in Camelot's witness protection. Charlie had actually been a little sad to see him go. He hadn't always been the nicest to the kid, but James had been a good agent. If not entirely too eager for Charlie's tastes. He'd meant well, and he'd done good work while it'd lasted, but nothing undercover could last forever. Charlie just hadn't counted on it ending so soon.
There were other things that Charlie hadn't been counting on. Things of a more Fabled nature that had been weighing heavily on his mind since New Years. The actual details were still regrettably fuzzy, but he remembered enough to know what happened. There had been a Camelot party. He'd had a little too much to drink and so had Abigail. One thing had inevitably led to another and the next morning, he'd woken up alone, but with the smell of her all over him and the memory that she'd been here just a few short hours ago. It was uncomfortably reminiscent of the way Snow and Bigby had first ended up together, and Charlie wasn't sure what to do. A part of him wanted to find her and apologize profusely, but the bigger part of him just wanted to avoid like all hell.
She was Daniel Morgan's PA so avoiding her in Camelot was harder than it looked. Even when she wasn't immediately around, he could always smell her. She was everywhere, and it was driving him fucking crazy, so he'd been ducking outside where the scent of her was more faint every chance he got. Shifting into wolf form was more like a second nature to him now, and Charlie did so instantly once his feet had hit the courtyard, and doing nothing but running on all fours for a good hour. When he finally emerged from the woods, shirt in hand (the cold didn't bother him, for obvious reasons), he was making a bee-line for the coat he'd initially thrown to the wayside where his cigarettes lived when he caught sight of a familiar figure just a handful of yards away. Shit. And she'd already seen him, so he couldn't pretend he hadn't seen her. It was obvious she'd been avoiding him too, and Charlie couldn't exactly blame her so he stopped in his tracks, giving her the space to either bolt or keep coming in the same direction.