i_huffandpuff He sees you when you're sleeping... [Narrative]
It was quite possible that this would be the last thing Bigby Wolf ever saw. It was possible that after this act of what humans would call voyeurism, that he would end up looking like the rug he refused to sleep on in the living room. The rug with the head still attached. Bigby didn't think though, that Snow would be that callous. And she wouldn't have a chance to. Not if she didn't wake up. Hence his extreme aura of quiet as he sat curled up on the foot of her bed.
The foot of her bed was a very risky place to be sitting, he was perfectly aware. But once he'd gotten up, jostling the bed as little as possible, he'd settled down and had successfully not moved for the entire three hours that Snow had slumbered so far.
Humans called this voyeurism and they usually had people arrested for it. Bigby called it protecting his pack, a deed he would do, even if Snow didn't yet realize that she was his.
Bigby couldn't help the possessive mentality. It came with the territory and having spent the last week and change in his large and furry form hadn’t helped shake it. It had only been a week and a half since he'd been home and everything had been right with the world. Well, with Snow, rather. Their world had actually been a mess, what with the soldiers attacking and Baba Yaga's infiltration, but Snow –his Snow—had been alright. He missed that; the way she'd looked, smelled, and sounded had all become so familiar.
To have it all ripped away after the nine months was some incredibly cruel twist of fate. Which, shouldn't have surprised him for the most part. A very familiar story, that was. The story of his life.
Adjusting his head slightly, Bigby watched Snow sleep. Watching a person sleep wasn't the most stimulating activity one could do, but he didn't it when it came to Snow. Especially not here, where it seemed this would be the only time he could spend alone with her; the time when she was most defenseless and most in need of a protector, even if she would have denied it to her death bed. He'd sit with her nights until he was discovered and she ordered him to stop. Because that was something this Snow would do.
He knew her sleeping patterns well. Knew that like most people, she would up in a completely difference position than she'd fallen asleep in. She tossed and turned like no one else he'd ever seen before, but it was alright. She wouldn't be falling out or hurting herself on his watch. Never.
His tail twitched and flicked out slightly when Snow rolled over in bed for the umpteenth time so far that night. He scooted upwards ever so slightly, just enough to nudge the blankets back up over her body. It was innocent, all of it. It wasn't as if he was seeing anything new, and he didn't particularly care about that right now. Just watching, protecting.
His actions were innocent, but he wouldn't be surprised on the night when he slipped up and suddenly he was faced with a very awake, and very angry Snow.
But until then? Bigby settled back in at the foot of her bed. He wasn't going anywhere.