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the huntsman, slayer of the wolf and sparer of snow white; nobody.

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queencfheart‌:

It was a new territory, to lay next to him with clothes on and no intentions to take them off. Her body was aching out of exhaustion and while she enjoyed pleasure mixed with pain, this wasn’t the type of pain she sought from him. She always told herself that she only wanted one thing from him, all she needed from him was bruises after a violent argument and equally violent sex. It was all he was good for but that moment in the shower caused a chain reaction with too much for her to handle. Her need for him, that had been purely sexual, had shifted without giving her the chance to prevent it. It was why she had stomped over to him after her jail visit and why she wasn’t shouting at him now. Something was changing.

“Exciting,” she teased with a smile on her lips. It was a very them scenario and one that made more sense than whatever this was, whatever it was inside that enjoyed their intertwined fingers. “I think I would’ve told them to take you with them. Big scary man yelling in my beautiful face — off with his head.” It was definitely what she would have done considering what had happened the last time they saw each other but she didn’t have time to think back when his words caught her off guard. Don’t know why I stayed. She didn’t want to go there, it made her nervous and Scarlet was never nervous. Still, her hand grasped his harder when he tried to pull away. “I woke up before you had time to raid my liquor cabinet, that’s why.”

The tightened grip around his hand made Hunter’s brow furrow, but rather out of confusion than anything else. They had somehow developed their own unspoken language and what he could communicate from the squeeze of his hand was that she wanted him to stay. He knew trying to decipher why that was would have been beyond him, hell, he knew that even if he’d asked her she wouldn’t know either which was why their communication stayed silent. It was easier that way, and they didn’t have to make sense of it or question it. It just was, and so were they. 

Her usual jest that would have led to playful banter didn’t fall on deaf ears, but he for once found himself not sure of what to say. To play along made such normality out of the situation that he wasn’t sure if it was safe to do so - how could he handle this being normal when it was so far from it? He simply followed his gut despite his head trying to interfere, letting go of her hand this time but only to move his arm around her and pull her in to him. “Speaking of liquor, we should have a drink to get you back on your feet.” It would probably have the opposite effect on most people but with Hunter he tended to drink before doing most things nowadays. “But not yet.” He added quietly, softly even, as he pulled her closer.

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rvbyrcd‌:

   Hunter was, as he ever was, avoiding the subject completely, and though she knew deep within her heart of hearts that he likely had the capacity to care — and perhaps even to some degree for her considering he had saved her life — she didn’t feel like dragging it out of him. The truth was she would love to find one person who wanted her to care about them and who cared about her as well, rather than her entire story being book-ended by men who loathed themselves and seemingly her to the nth degree.

   “Tons, but it’s not really polite conversation to talk about. Besides, I think if we start talking about murder you might be an itch and I just barely missed the axe last time.” Ruby’s voice sounded far more curt than she’d anticipated, but it turned out fighting constantly with the people she cared about — yes, cared about regardless of their own reciprocation which seemed to be nil — was starting to wear thin on the raven-haired woman.

His head dropping, Hunter let out a laugh at her words. ‘Polite conversation’ amused him, as if she would expect such a thing from him, as if she could expect much of that from anyone in Fabletown. After a moment of concealing his smile he raised his head again to look at her. “If I wanted to kill you I would have.” He paused, realising his words may have actually come across as something other than distasteful and deciding he needed to shrug it off. “Don’t take that as a compliment.” 

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morgcnalefcy‌:

   A loft of a brow brought her full attention over to Hunter, and with a cant of her head she watched him — almost too curious; almost analytical — and allowed herself to remain silent with the barest hint of a smirk dancing across her features for a moment. She paused, looking into the window as she sidled up next to one of the town’s most famous brooding men (though truth be told it’s almost all they had at that point) and allowed herself to consider her options.

   She was not one to be told what to do, famously having stood on her own in many variations of her own story — she also still refused to clarify to anyone what was truth or what wasn’t, but the whole sorceress thing was exaggerated and she nary saw herself as evil, as much as some might — and before Hunter could get away her lips would part in answer to a question he hadn’t asked, “Flowers die, and they do not make a great gift in that regard… unless you are trying to send the message that you’re fleeting… which,” a pause here, glancing over at him again, “I suppose could be your goal.”

Rolling his eyes, Hunter realised he’d opened up a can of worms not only by stopping outside of the shop but by pausing to address the woman when he should have just walked away. Now she was talking to him and that was an outcome he would never intend on producing. “It’s not for a gift,” He snapped, though his quickness to the words suggested there may not be a whole lot of truth in them. “I stopped to imagine what it might be like to shove them down someone’s throat, and since you are so close perhaps you would like to volunteer.”

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sncwwhte‌:

Hunter’s words forced a wave of anger to rush through her body; she felt her cheeks flush as her physical temperature shot up as she lost her temper. She stepped forward towards him, purposely getting into his face so she had his full attention. “Do you blame me? You come home after drinking, you get angry, you scream that you wish you had just killed me when my step-mother told you too. What do you want me to do? Stay there, when you were… like that. No. That’s not how it works. Not when you betrayed my trust and made me feel unsafe.” She remembered, almost cowering away from him after he snapped at her when she expressed concern about his drinking habits. She was genuinely scared. He was a totally different person when he wasn’t sober.

“What do you know of my life after I left you? Nothing. I didn’t get anything but constant conspiracies against me from the Queen, which she did succeed in completing, by the way. And the man I wound up marrying, my ‘saviour’, turned out to be a bigger monster than I could have ever expected. Worse than the Queen, worse than you. If you hadn’t driven me out, none of that would have happened.” She was emotional; seeing Hunter brought up feelings she hadn’t experienced for years, not since she left him centuries before. She felt her voice crack as she tried to explain what had happened to her, but she knew if she went into great detail she would more likely breakdown and look pathetic, which was something she refused to do in front of the only man she had ever loved. 

Hunter did not know what she expected her words to evoke from him. Was she looking for emotion? Sympathy perhaps? From the sounds of things she blamed him for what had happened to her, but Hunter had been sure that pushing her away would have saved her from a life of misery with him. She had loved him, and that was enough for him to know that she deserved better. “You gonna just unload all this shit in the middle of the store?” He hushed his voice, stepping closer to her to try and keep the conversation between the two of them. He didn’t need prying eyes or eavesdroppers, especially when he had never told anyone about his past relationship with Snow other than what the stories told. “I didn’t drive you out,” He spoke in a harsh whisper, his lip curling up with anger. It was directed at himself, of course, it always was, but it was always because he felt so god damn guilty. “I told you to leave and you left. You would have stayed if you’d seen something better in me but you knew I was right.”

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evelxndavis‌:

The threat comes out slurred and before Evie has a chance to reply or fight back, Hunter’s fist collides with the man’s head and the drunkard falls to the floor with a satisfying thud, she watches him for a beat there as though he might rise up again unexpectedly but he stays down and she steps around him, breathing out a word of gratitude to Hunter although her eyes are straying to his eyebrow and the blood that is dripping freely now. She knows he’ll heal and fast but the sight isn’t one she’d call pleasant so as she follows back to the bar and returns to her own stool, she takes the napkin she had left there and hands it over to him. “You’re bleeding. You might want to wipe that off.” She says matter of factly. There are questions she wants to ask but she isn’t sure Hunter would be willing to answer them, too personal perhaps. She settles on one she finds pretty reasonable given the circumstances. “Are you going to do something about him? An unconscious pile of flesh tends to stand out, clash with the decor.” She jokes, eyeing the man with amusement. She can’t exactly find it in her heart to feel for him when he was gunning for a fight he was never going to win in the first place. 

Feeling the presence of her behind him, Hunter holds in a sigh as he swigs straight from a bottle of whiskey. His actions had not been out of protection or pity, he had seen an opening to defeat his opponent and he took it, but now he seemed to have gained some sort of interest from her that he had not intended. He was done ‘saving’ people, all he had done was exploit a moment of weakness. Or so he told himself. Glancing at the napkin as he avoided her eyeline, Hunter scoffed. “Let it bleed.” He shrugged, knocking back another gulp before slamming the bottle down on the counter. Her comment about the unconscious body on the floor drew his eye to it and he dared to let out a chuckle. It was small, but it was there. “This is Trip Trap. Unconscious bodies add to the vibe.” He cocked an eyebrow as he now looked at her face, deciding to make a bold deduction about her. “A place you don’t look like you belong in but here you are. Why did you come back?” The question wasn’t meant to intimidate but it was in his nature to be standoffish.

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cvriouscr‌:

For the first few moments of the fight, if someone looked at Alice, they would only see her burying her face in her hands and shaking her head with every hit she heard. Her mind kept wondering, second after second, why the hell she was still at the bar even after her shift had ended. Letting out a sharp sigh, the tiny girl went behind the counter and grabbed one of the almost empty bottles on the shelf before, nonchalantly, making her way to where the two were fighting. If it wasn’t Hunter, then she would’ve just left. “Next person to take a step towards the other gets hit in the face with this goddamn bottle,” tiny Alice spat, tone both angry and annoyed, her eyes landing on Hunter’s opponent and staying there — anyone with half a mind knew that Alice wasn’t about to hit her co-worker in the head.

It was rare for the Huntsman to get interrupted during a fight; most people knew to stay well away from the firing line or they would get an unwanted strike from his fist, but Alice was different. The way she so casually interjected was enough to prove that, and although Hunter found it difficult to take his eyes off of the patron he was fighting, her presence forged a smirk on his lips. Though it was clear she was threatening his opponent, Hunter couldn’t help but take the opportunity to tease her playfully. “You gonna hit me, Wonderland?” He jeered as he took a step forwards, but rather towards her than the man at his mercy. He didn’t mind ending the fight much, it was too dull and one-sided for his tastes anyway. His relationship with Alice was playful, as were the words he spoke to her then since she was one of the only people in Fabletown that had somehow won his favour.

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beastxwithin‌:

     beast raises a brow at hunter’s words, for the first time in a long a while beast feels almost- cocky. there’s a thrum of electricity under his skin at the thought of fighting the other. his curse has been rearranging his entire physical attributes in a slow agonising manner. it would be nice to be in control for once, deciding when he hurtx when he was to bleed. dull dark eyes seem to spark to life as if cobwebs have been swept from them to reveal there’s still life underneath it all. ❝ he’d break every bone in your body without breaking a sweat. ❞ he states it like a fact, knowing what he’s capable of when he has his full form. but he’s between forms currently. he doesn’t know his strength nor has he tried. ❝ care to find out ?? ❞

A slight darkness meets Hunter’s eye at the promise of a true fight, one that would leave him battered and bruised but feeling all the better for it. Ironically even after being alive for centuries, Hunter was still primal enough to search for the adrenaline of a fight and enjoyed playing the role of predator in many aspects of his life. Beast’s arrogance is received well; he’s glad to see the man with a little spunk rather than his usual deflated, or rather angry, self. “A time and a place and I’ll be there. And don’t be shy, I want to see those teeth.”

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queencfheart‌:

It was easy to see the anger on his features and unlike the last time when his anger had flared up at the sight of her bruised neck, it didn’t take her by surprise. From the scowl to the gritted teeth, both things she had seen numerous times before but that had been confusing the first time it wasn’t directed at her but rather at someone else for her sake. She still didn’t understand it or at least she told herself so. If she wanted to, she would have to open something deep inside that she had never felt nor seen, both sounded equally terrifying. If only she knew that it was bleeding out by itself.

In sheer panic, only lasting for a moment, she wanted to push him off the bed when he laid down next to her. It wasn’t the usual way they ended up next to each other, neither was sweaty or out of breath. All ebbed out when he spoke again, she hadn’t been particularly worried or afraid, she knew that she would heal and that all would be fine but it was sweet to hear nonetheless. “I am,” she replied before she turned to her side, towards him, instead of staring at the ceiling; carefully making sure that she didn’t let go of his hand. “Did you have a speech in mind when you stomped over here, knew what you were going to yell at me? Because his was ridiculous which makes me kind of sad. I hope he says something better when he throws me down the well.”

Hunter searched for patterns in the ceiling in a way of distracting himself from the feelings he ought to be discovering instead, but he wasn’t ready to confront them. He didn’t want them in the first place, he hadn’t asked for this and neither did she, but he couldn’t even be sure if she was going through the same circus act in her head, so it was safer not to say anything. Ignore it until it goes away, that was his usual way of dealing with things, but the only problem as a Fable was that things never really tended to go away or change. A chuckle befell his lips at her words and he shifted their hands slightly so that a couple of his fingers could intertwine with hers.

“I don’t know what I was going to say,” He admitted, having come there on a whim that he could not explain. “Probably call you a bitch and yell enough to have the neighbours call the cops.” He shrugged, seeing that option as perfectly viable since it had happened before. “I don’t know why I came here.” He muttered after a moment’s pause. “I don’t know why I stayed.” He also didn’t know why he was putting himself on the line right now and showing her his vulnerability, but he didn’t like it at all so he turned his head away and attempted to retract his hand as the same feeling that had him yell at her to leave him alone came creeping back in as it always did.

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“hell if i care.” - knave

For a moment, a flash of anger overcame Hunter’s face as his eyes snapped on to Knave. The man was irritating, he was known for it and probably enjoyed living up to the expectation, though Hunter’s skin wasn’t exactly difficult to get under. The Huntsman found himself faced with a decision; get into a fight with Knave or just let it go. It seemed the latter would have less repercussions, so with a hollow laugh and a shake of his head, Hunter gave a shrug. “Hell if I do either.” Besides, he wasn’t completely intolerable.

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queencfheart‌:

It was strange that Scarlet had just woken up from a broken neck and all she could think of was Hunter. Perhaps she could chalk it up that he was there for her to see, but it wasn’t why. She knew him, they rarely put things into words, but she knew him. She knew that he could have come over for arguments and sex, and that when he realised that he couldn’t have either he would have left. But he was there, he had been sitting there waiting for her to wake up. He had looked after her in a way no one ever had before. It was the smallest of gestures yet it meant more than she could put into words, not that she ever would.

She instinctively reached for his hand without a thought, staring into the familiar blue eyes that she often despised and wanted to claw out. When he mentioned her murder, she closed her eyes in hopes of remember it. She felt and saw it almost immediately, the large hands around her neck and the darkness of Wolf’s eyes. Without meaning to, her hand squeezed his hard and the other rose up to her throat where fingertips ran over her skin. “I suppose it’s another thing you have to put on the reasons why you hate him list,” she mumbled, eyes open as the grip of her hand on his loosened again, “I promise you have monopoly on my second murder.”

Hunter’s gaze fell to his hand as he felt Scarlet’s encompass it, as if he was checking if it was real. It was not something he was used to, he was not sure how to receive such a gesture especially from her who, most of the time, was either insulting him or being fucked by him. Despite his confusion his hand didn’t move, he stayed still and quiet even as she squeezed him. There wasn’t even a part of him that wanted to pull away from her, only the voice in his head that questioned it all which he chose to ignore.

Her words ignited the age-old hatred that burned inside of him for the Wolf, the embers of which were burning low as of late. It did not take a genius to figure out whom she was talking about and he scowled at the thought of it, turning his head away in anger. “He won’t get away with it.” He muttered through gritted teeth, unable to even look at her since he couldn’t bear the image of it. But something told him to fight back against the anger bubbling in his stomach that made him want to rip Wolf’s throat out right then, something in him simply said stay. A moment passed before he moved, laying himself next to her and looking up at the ceiling with his hand still in hers. “You’re alright now.” He wasn’t sure what the sentiment meant, whether it meant that she would be fine because of their ability to heal so quickly or if he was offering himself as a crutch for her support. Either way he was trying, which was more than could be said for most of the things he did.

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evelxndavis‌:

She ought to have left. Leave the money on the bar counter and just get the hell out of dodge while she could but Evie instead was rooted to the spot, half-empty glass forgotten as she watched the fight unfold. She hadn’t really followed the how’s and why’s of how the two men got there but somehow the bartender of the Trip Trap had found himself in a brawl with a particularly rowdy customer. The other man wasn’t nearly a match though and even Evelyn with her inexperience could tell. He was smaller for one and his moves were less than graceful. He hit just to hit, it seemed whereas Hunter was hitting to hurt, to incapacitate. If this went on for much longer the other man would be going home unconscious, with a limb broken more likely than not. Or perhaps not even at all. Sliding from her stool she made her way towards the drunken man and stood before him, hand outstretched, a show of peace. “You don’t have to do this, you can walk away before you get seriously hurt.” She warned. 

Hunter hadn’t anticipated any audience participation; Trip Trap was known for the brawls that broke out and even more than that, Hunter was known for coming out on top almost every time. He expected the events to unfold as they usually did, in the manner where Hunter would let his opponent land a few punches so that he could reel in the adrenaline of the blows, but then Hunter would lay them on their ass and they’d laugh it off and share a drink together. But when Evie stepped in, things were about to go very differently. The patron turned to her, too drunk to think or even hit straight, getting in her face since she had been bold enough to interject. “Or maybe you want to get hurt?” He slurred, and the threat alone gave Hunter enough of a reason to punch him directly in the side of the head with enough force to knock him out cold on the floor. That was enough for one day. Glancing at her only briefly, Hunter turned away to return to his drink at the bar.

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queencfheart‌:

Scarlet didn’t wake right away and at first she only felt the ache throughout her body, it felt heavy and exhausted. She didn’t know why, she couldn’t recall what had happened but it was clear that she wasn’t waking up from a good night’s sleep. It was going to come back to her but she didn’t have the energy to think it through at the moment. Later, as always, she would retrace every little step and dissect them to know how to proceed from there. But right now she could only focus on her body. Her throat felt like sandpaper and she struggled to open her eyelids but eventually she gathered enough strength, staring up at the familiar ceiling of her bedroom and she found comfort in it. By that point she hadn’t thought of where she was, but at least it was her own home. It was a good sign but it also made her heart thud harder against her rib cage. If that hadn’t been her first thought, then what else had she missed? 

For a moment she laid still, not because she couldn’t move, but because she was listening to her surroundings. She could hear the usual noises from outside her window, her own breathing and something else. Someone else. She carefully peered towards the bedroom door only to relax when she saw him sitting there. It was a strange sight, he wasn’t in her home unless they were screaming at each other or having sex but there he sat. Even more bizarre, it made her feel safe and despite her current state, she loathed it. Still, she couldn’t push the feeling of safety, regardless where it came from, aside. It was much needed. She looked back at the ceiling, her tongue running across her dry lips before she decided to speak. “Hi asshole,” she whispered but a smile hid in the corners of her lips even if she did recall their last encounter, “you lost.”

Hunter wasn’t able to recall how long he had sat in that chair, but he had barely moved since he’d arrived. If he left and she found out he wouldn’t hear the end of it, and he anticipated the same reaction if he stayed. Either way he couldn’t win, so staying seemed like the most logical option. At least she wouldn’t have been able to fight him straight away if she was mad, he had that advantage. Also the fact that he couldn’t even bear to look away from her, but he was pushing that thought aside. 

He was drifting in and out of a terrible, restless doze when he heard the soft sounds of her waking, and immediately his eyes were open and on her. He stayed quiet, wondering if somehow she could hear the pounding of his heart against his ribs in anticipation, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence. It was a better reaction than he’d expected. “Fuck you.” He responded, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. A few moments passed before he spoke again, unsure of what he was supposed to do or say in this situation. Now that she was awake he realised it would have been easier to have left her there like he had done when she was in jail. “Some bastard got to kill you before I had the chance.” Although his words were tough, his actions contradicted them as he moved to perch on the edge of the bed. This was strange, there was no explanation for what was happening, just that it was.

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sherffwolf‌:

Wolf took one last long inhale of his cigarette before throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and putting it out with the front of his feet, crushing it. He was standing on the other side of the street, looking at Beast’s storefront and wondering about his next move. It was unusual for Wolf to seek out the company of someone when all he wanted to do was be by himself —- not counting the company of his partner, of course, which ended up helping more than Wolf would care to admit to himself. The Sheriff kept his eyes on the store’s display window and he hadn’t been the only one. He furrowed his eyebrows at the dark figure standing in front of the store and although he couldn’t recognize them, something inside him told Wolf that he knew them. Somehow. 

Taking a step forward, Wolf gave the street a half-assed both-ways look before crossing. Hands inside his jacket’s pockets, he walked in a fast pace, making his way towards Beast’s store —- knowing he’d either find Beast or Evie and he only wanted to talk to one of them — faster than his mind could regret the decision. As soon as he got close enough, standing in front of the door ready to push it in, Wolf gave the person beside him an absentminded look though it didn’t take much for the figure to get his full attention. “I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Wolf wondered how bad of a decision it had been to talk to Hunter. 

If it could have been anyone at all in Fabletown to have spotted him in a moment of weakness, the Huntsman could have dealt with it by either punching them or at least threatening them, followed by a hard liquor until he passed out, but of all people it had to be Wolf. Of course it did, since things tended to spite him over the course of his life. Ironically enough fighting or threatening were not the Huntsman’s intentions for Wolf right now - he had promised Scarlet his head and while he was adamant about doing it, there were smarter ways to follow through his plan than to skin Wolf alive on the pavement.

“They were for your funeral.” Hunter replied with a scoff, averting his gaze from his nemesis. “Thought it would be a nice touch, sending you off with flowers. Just to show I would miss punching you in the face.” 

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sncwwhte‌:

Today was her day to relax, and so she made very little effort before leaving the house: her hair in a messy bun, cotton sweat pants hanging low at her hips with with a tank top and hoodie on. She didn’t plan to be out long. She didn’t plan to bump into anyone she may know. She just wanted some snacks to go along with the movies she had ready to watch at home, which is what currently filled her shopping cart: ice cream, pop corn, a bunch of chocolate that would probably make her feel nauseous after eating but she today wasn’t the day to care. After having so many outbursts at Knave and Hunter in one week, she was frankly exhausted and needed a day of self care and rest. 

But, as soon as she spotted a familiar figure dip into the next aisle oh so blatantly, she knew her day was about to get worse. She couldn’t just ignore him. It wasn’t in her bones to just to stay quiet after how he had treated her, and as he walked by her she took a glance at where he was going. With a scoff, she spoke up, “Where you going, Huntsman? Running to your precious liquor to get away from me? Typical.” She remembered back to the night they argued: he had come home to her drunk after drinking too much when he was out, and she couldn’t help but see him running back to it to avoid any confrontation between them. She deserved to call him out. 

And there it was. The spite he anticipated, the venom in her tone that contrasted so heavily to the soft words she used to speak to him. She used to be the exception, the only one who had ever been kind to him, but in the centuries that had passed she had grown to hate him just as so many others did. From them he could handle it, but from her... It was why he had avoided her for so long. It was his fault that things happened the way they did, but he knew in his dark heart that she wouldn’t have loved him wholly. She needed a hero, and he couldn’t be that for her.

“It was you who ran from me.” He retorted, even in his age-long guilt he was unable to apologise or make any effort to change. “It’s the Fabletown diet.” He added snarkily as he grabbed the bottle off the shelf, gripping the neck of it tightly. “Clearly your life as a Princess was your happily ever after, seeing as you haven’t hit the bottle yet.”

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Over a week had passed since Hunter’s last encounter with Scarlet. The time had gone slowly, painfully even, and although he should have expected it he never thought she would actually leave and stay away like he told her to. The past was repeating itself; he had pushed Scarlet away the same way he did with Snow, all because he had no idea how to handle the fact that she made him feel things that he didn’t understand. The Huntsman was a revered fighter, but he lacked the courage to accept his vulnerabilities and the fact that he was capable of emotions, and deep ones at that.

He was not going to make the same mistake twice; letting her go was no longer an option. With no clue what he was going to say and ignoring the fact that Scarlet would disapprove, Hunter made his way to The Woodlands. He stood outside the building for some time, pacing back and forth as he kept convincing himself to leave them arguing that he ought to follow through with his intentions if he was any kind of man. In a moment of brazenness, Hunter held his breath as he entered the building and headed straight for her apartment with no time or care to acknowledge anyone else.

As he reached the door the adrenaline kicked in - or were they nerves? - and he knocked heavily on the door. No answer. He tried again, harder this time, and a sigh fell from his lips at the silence. He figured she was probably watching him through the keyhole, laughing at his pathetic attempt to come crawling back with his tail between his legs, and just the thought of it irritated him. “Open the fucking door before I kick it in.” He threatened, with every intention of following through. He thudded his fist against the wood in anger at her lack of response, and took a step back. “You better fucking move.” The warning came mere seconds before he exerted most of his strength in a powerful kick that knocked the door in. He hadn’t used enough force to knock it off the hinges, just enough to let her know he meant business.

But there she was.

In a heap on the floor with limp limbs and barely any life to her, Scarlet somehow found a way to draw yet another emotion from the Huntsman - fear for her life. It was difficult to tell exactly what had happened or how long she had been there but it was clear she was out cold and had been left here by someone else. Pushing his worry aside, Hunter used his wits to quickly check the apartment for the culprit, but after finding nothing he simply returned to her and scooped up her unresponsive body. He couldn’t just leave her there. 

He carried her into her bedroom and placed her on the bed, taking a few steps back and simply looking at her. How could someone comatose make him feel so many things? He hated her for it all the more, but he couldn’t leave now. He glanced about the room for somewhere to sit and, upon finding nothing, ventured into the living room where he lifted one of the chairs from its clearly well-thought-out spot and carried it into the bedroom with ease where he dropped it near the door and sat himself down. He would wait, he decided, until she woke up. No matter how long it took.

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kncveofhearts‌:

     he’s nearly out into the night, hitting the streets and running for the hills. but then an axe cuts through the air and slams into the front door. but this does not spread fear within the gut of this thief. if anything it spikes a pleasurable rush of adrenaline and he stops his running to simply throw his head back and laugh. hunter’s words follow soon behind and knave is incapable of silencing his laughter. ❝ aw baby, you whipped your axe out for me ?? ❞ his hand goes to his hear, lashes fluttering like a damsel. ❝ why i do declare, are you after my heart mr tall dark and scary ?? ❞ it wasn’t a secret knave dabbled in danger because the racing in his pules wasn’t fear but something a little more- sexual. an axe nearly cutting into him simply made his heart race in the best way. he grabs a hold of the weapon, places the bottle on the nearest table and frees his other hand to pull it out the door. it weights far heavier than his preferred knives but knave has gone into battle, he can hold a weapon. ❝ what’s stopping me from taking the axe and the tequila ?? ❞ he holds the axe firmly but with respect as he would do with one of lance’s swords. he has more respect for the weapon than the owner in this case however.

Although he knew his knee-jerk reaction wouldn’t scare the likes of Knave, he had underestimated just how much of an annoyance he could be. It was clear to him now that Knave sought these situations out, just as Hunter had done in his youth, so that he could feel a little kick from the adrenaline or even from a blow to the head, and the Huntsman was unsure how he felt about being used for such a thing. He would never expect Knave to change his ways, that would be far too hypocritical and frankly quite boring, but the way he handled his axe definitely lit a fire inside of the Huntsman. He knew better than to get angry, that would only encourage Knave further, so he simply saved face and continued to stare at him. “There is nothing stopping you now. But the next time you’d see me would be with it buried in your skull.” There was a flash of something sinister in Hunter’s eyes and a smirk about him that looked as though he would take great pleasure in following through with his threat.