Hey guys, I loved this story so much I wrote another chapter.
Just another interaction set sometime after episode 5 of the Wolf Among Us
Bigby Wolf sat at a bench in central park enjoying the night sky.
It was roughly two a.m. in the morning and he needed time alone, alone and somewhere outside of his crappy apartment.
He sat enjoying a cigarette. Huff and puff, his favorite brand... didn't hurt that it was the cheapest brand he knew of.
Bigby Wolf came here to wind down at times, there were few Fables this far into the Mundy city of New York. And the park reminded him of the wilds at times, or at at least as close to wilds he could find amid the urban monstrosity that was New York.
Out Bigby thought finishing his cigarette and throwing it away. If there had been a Mundy nearby they would have scowled him for littering.
If these Mundies cared so much about their world then they shouldn't do so much to destroy it. Fucking hypocrites... eh doesn't matter Bigby thought.
Bigby pulled another cigarette out and popped into his mouth. He reached for his lighter and pulled it towards his cigarette, he made to light it... but found he couldn't.
The wind kept blowing the flames away.
What the hell? There's no... Fucker Bigby thought.
"I know you're there asshole" Bigby said glaring at the empty park around him.
"That's bad for your health" a voice called suddenly.
Bigby glowered and made to light his cigarette but once again the wind blew keeping the fire at bay.
"I'm a Fable, we don't die easily" Bigby said dryly.
Bigby fired up the lighter and the wind stilled. He lit his cigarette and took a long whiff.
The Winds stirred and the figure of a man suddenly appeared beside Bigby on the bench.
An older man with wild white hair and matching mustache, he wore a long trench coat and he had Bigby's eyes.
Bigby turned and glared at his father seated beside him.
The North Wind looked at his son and spoke.
"Seven times you've tried to kill me and seven times you have failed. Do you-"
"I'm not gonna try and kill you, alright" Bigby cut in coldly.
The North Wind smirked.
"This time" Bigby scowled.
The North Wind's smirk did not leave his face.
"Fuck off" Bigby said turning away and taking another whiff of his cigarette.
"... No" the God said.
Bigby said nothing but turned to glare.
Their eyes met once again and Bigby knew there was nothing he could do to stop his father. They'd fought before and he'd lost every single time.
Bigby took another long whiff of his cigarette before blowing the smoke into his father's face.
The God pursed his lips.
"How petty of you, I expected more from the Big Bad Wolf" the North Wind said stirring the winds and guiding the smoke from his face.
"Don't expect anything from me old man" Bigby said.
"Why do you smoke those blighted things? These human cigarettes that shorten an already pitiful lifespan" the North Wind mussed aloud.
"Maybe I like the taste" Bigby scowled.
"Liar" the North Wind said coolly.
BIgby sighed saying "its the only thing that blocks out the smell."
His father looked at him not understanding.
"Gift from mom, I have a good nose. Too good in fact, here in the city there's no blocking out all the goddamned smells. Fucking chemicals in the air, smoke, the humans and their screwing, I can smell it for miles. The smokes block it out... only way to get through the day" Bigby answered in a dry tone.
"And yet you make it a point to remember that Snow woman's smell" the North Wind said looking at his son with curious impossibly old eyes.
Bigby took another whiff of his cigarette and eyed the God coldly. A warning, don't talk about Snow.
"Quite the hero you've become" Mr. North said coolly changing the subject.
Bigby said nothing.
"And I had thought that you would never take my advice. I've considered making it snow as celebration" Mr. North said.
"You'd piss off the Mundies, this is their world, not ours" Bigby said taking another whiff of his cigarette before continuing "and I didn't take your damn advice."
The God looked at Bigby with a bemused expression.
"I did what I had to, to survive. Bloody Marry was killing me, so I used it" Bigby said as he blew smoke from his mouth.
"It, being that which I gave to you the day you were born" the God said as the wind began to blow around them.
Show off Bigby thought as the winds danced around them.
"Fuck you. It was the Wolf that won, not your damn wind. Humph, should thank mom for that and not you" Bigby snarled.
We both know you'd have died without my gift the North Wind mussed. But the God said nothing and let his son delude himself.
"You did good in the end. Defeated Bloody Marry, solved the death of those whores, and dealt with that idiotic Crooked Man. The Fables seem to trust you more, good. Fighting your nature has nearly killed you... but it has made you stronger " the North Wind said.
"Don't call them that" Bigby said angrily.
"What?"
"Whores!"
"Tis what they were" the God said. Honestly, these mortals with their ridiculous notions of dignity, people are what they are.
"Do you even know their names?" Bigby asked suddenly.
"I've forgotten. But Fabletown will remember and they will remember what you have done... for better or worse" the North Wind said.
"As if you give a shit about Fabletown" Bigby muttered.
"I don't" the God said matter-of-factly.
Bigby laughed coldly.
"I 'give a shit' about you" the North Wind said somberly, he looked at his son pleadingly for any type of reaction but found none.
"Fuck off" Bigby parroted.
"Are you ever going to ask the Fable woman of yours, Snow, out? I believe that is how courtships work in this world?" the North Wind said leaning into the bench and taking a more relaxed pose.
"You been watching Snow!" Bigby said his eyes turning a dangerous yellow.
"No, I've been watching you. As I always have" the North Wind said.
"Stop. I don't want anything to do with you" Bigby snarled.
"I cannot. Hate me, if you must. But I will always watch over you, you are my blood no matter how much you deny it" the God said.
"You stay away from her. If you do anything to her... court her or else-" Bigby began only to be silenced by a burst of wind slapping him across the face.
The cigarette flew from his mouth and was carried away by the wind out of his reach.
I hadn't finished that Bigby thought angrily.
"Please, I've avoided further romantic engagements since your Mother. You are preciously the reason why" the North Wind said.
That shut Bigby up.
"... I don't believe you" Bigby said in barely a whisper, his eyes returning to normal.
"I don't expect you too. Believe what you will... but you, my lost son, have forced me to rethink my ties to mortals" the North Wind said.
Bigby made to get up, he was tired of this conversation.
... But found himself forced back into the bench by a gust of wind. Apparently, Bigby had no say in the matter.
"Tis difficult for mortals to truly comprehend eternity. To live and live... never ending... but also ever changing. Tis a difficult concept to grasp for those who have a limit in life." the North Wind began as Bigby struggled to stand.
The North Wind sat looking up into the stars as Bigby finally relented and stop struggling.
"It is said that death or rather, an end, is what ultimately gives meaning. That for mortals, they live their lives as best as they can and when the times comes... they hope to have lived well and to have loved and been loved in return. To have shared the great joys and sorrows of life with someone, and to walk into whatever lies beyond with that person." the North Wind continued his eyes never leaving the stars above.
"For a mortal that is beautiful. For an immortal this is a false dream. I am the eternal representation of one of the Winds, that means I will never have an end, and as the winds change, so too, do I. It has always been this away. Since the beginning. Cause and effect are for mortal matters of science and logic, but magic is not always so. I am both the cause and the effect of the winds and they are to me as well. They change because I change, and I change because they change. Tis not something I choose. I simply am." the North Wind said tearing his eyes from the stars above and gazing at his lost son.
"... You expect me to feel sorry for you, an Immortal?" Bigby muttered his eyes narrowed.
"No" the North Wind said.
"I tell you this, because I believe you have found someone to care for. I tell you this because you are not the Beast I first met ages and ages ago. You are the not the man I once knew. You've begun to change, but it has not and will not be easy. I tell you this because your lives, long compared to Mundies but still relative short, are fragile" the North Wind said.
"I'm pretty damn hard to kill" Bigby muttered.
"And yet how many times did you face death on this quest of yours, Sheriff? You are not immortal. Neither is Snow. Take the advice of an old man and find comfort where you are able." the North Wind said.
"You giving me advice on women? You know how fucked up that is" Bigby muttered nearly cursing.
The North Wind chuckled saying "ironic and in some ways cruel."
"Very cruel" Bigby agreed bitterly.
Neither spoke for a moment.
"It seems merely yesterday I had said that you would not accept my advice... but now I'm not so sure. Heed my words, my lost son, find comfort where you are able" the North Wind said at last.
"... Let me go" Bigby said.
The winds released him and Bigby got to his feet.
Straightening his tie, Bigby turned to his father and spoke.
"I don't wanna see you again. Stay. Away. From. Me. And don't you dare watch me" Bigby said and began walking away from the most powerful being currently in the Mundy world.
The North Wind said nothing.
Bigby glanced back on his way out and said "oh and next time... I will find a way to kill you."
"You will not see me again" the North Wind said but Bigby had stopped listening.
Had it been anyone else they'd have been dead in seconds for their insolence. How rude the North Wind thought watching his son disappear into the distance.
"Farewell my lost son. You are not the man I once knew you to be. The journey is not over, far from it, and you will struggle but you have already begun to change yourself. Change your nature, and I believe... it was all for her" the North Wind said seated atop his bench.
Bigby was long out of earshot.
The North Wind smiled to himself and the winds stirred, carrying him away from this mortal world of Mundies where no magic lived.
I love writing these. They're a challenge and the characterization can be hard, but there's something fascinating about both these characters.
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