[wintersrunt]

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[lichen-bones]

in a box

[vulpesse]

　　　𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 ( … ) to speak of what secretly festers beneath the surface, desolate and half - forgotten, much too monstrous to be ever shown to those around them. whilst seated 'pon an old sofa, the contours of their silhouettes illuminated by the bright images flashing across his television, ahri had unveiled a part of herself: ugly and grotesque, a chimerical agglomeration of parts stolen from both the dead and the living, a poor imitation of what it meant to be good. albeit with the fragmented vagueness of a still hesitant heart, the fox had spoken of her self - imposed isolation from the rest of the world ; in her tale, were the naïve dreams of a young and foolish creature, the loss of hope and the metamorphosis of terror into worship. after her own revelation, he too had laid himself bare. partially, carefully, begrudgingly.

their embrace was meant to be a fleeting, little thing. a gesture that almost seemed to be naught but a social obligation between them: to express melancholy over their respective tales, to be soft rather than rough. but the distance between their bodies was never re - created, no matter how many seconds passed ; the stubborn nymph remains there, comfortably buried against his side, with her visage settled in the crook of his neck. for once, it is not mischief that guides her ( ... ) and this awareness is terrifying in its implications. ❝ do you really watch this stuff at night ? i suddenly understand why you're always in a grumpy mood. ❞

✿ ❚ ⋱ ↘ [ CUDDLE ] - sender and receiver shared a hug that's now upgrading into a cuddle session. ⟢ ( prompt ) ♡ @wintersrunt .

[wintersrunt]

KNOWING WHAT THEY WERE was far easier than knowing what they could be. Isolated by their respective natures, he and Ahri took refuge in one another, and yet neither one could fully accept how it was not merely their shared ugliness that bound them.

His hand was settled against her waist, high enough to be respectful but low enough to be intimate, and whether that was his intention or not was not entirely clear, not even to him. Her soft words were breathed against his neck, and had Bigby been willing to lower his guard around her, he might've allowed himself to enjoy the sensation, but he knew only too well what unveiling himself to her would do. He knew the creature so comfortably nestled against him would happily rip him to shreds, given half a chance.

"It's not so bad," he commented lightly, gaze remaining forward, fixated on the television not because he was particularly invested in what it displayed, but because the alternative was all too consuming. "You can switch it over, if you want."

[razedhell]

his words warm her but it doesn’t ease the way her heart aches for him. brows pinch closer & her lips pull into a slight pout, brushing her knuckles over the stubble along his jaw until she’s able to cup his neck. “ but you’re not happy, ” she knows this ; sees it in his face & feels it in his heart & ravenna can’t sit idly by as her mate slowly loses himself.

with ease, the blonde settles in his lap as her arm wraps around his shoulders to hold her body close to his. “ we could go away for a bit, ” leaning in to nuzzle her nose against his, “ no cameras, no prying eyes, no blinding lights. ” mouth brushes his & fingers run through his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp. “ just you, me & a forest far, far away. ”

[wintersrunt]

THERE WAS NO USE IN LYING, not that he would, even if he could. She came to sit in his lap and Bigby instinctively took hold of Ravenna's waist in his large hands, thumb brushing over her stomach, gaze habitually slipping away from her as he listened.

A hum, gruff and quiet, left his throat, contemplative in its nature. She had worked hard for the life they lived, for the privileges they both benefitted from. He was blessed with a role that was both easy and peaceful, no longer Fabletown's punching bag, able to live beside his mate in a manner not perfect, but manageable. He could not fathom his own sense of discontentment.

"Yeah?" was made soft but her proximity, the sensation of her lips brushing over his own. "What about work?"

[vulpesse]

　　　　 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 ( … ) 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ? there was no resistance, no hesitation or surprise in the beauteous lineaments of her visage once the wolf shifted their roles, adorning his brow with the crown of the predator and thus foolishly attempting at reducing the man - eater to the insignificant role of the defenseless, anxious prey. she became malleable and docile in his rough hands, allowing him to maneuver her body in any way he fancied and vocalizing no more than a playful titter at the sound of his sweet threat ; her smile had blossomed, but while he concealed the sharpness of his fangs, she was eager to flaunt their alabastrine menace.

lithe arms coiled around his shoulders, until one hand could sink into the untamed curls at the nape of his neck and then pull. most of her tails, warm and velveteen, sprawled comfortably across the vibrant greens of the ground beneath ; some of them, much more curious and less prone to placidity, wrapped possessively around his thigh, his ankle, the arm on the side of her head. beneath his calloused palm, a bedeviled purr thundered blithe and luscious. ❝ you speak of biting, but you hide your teeth from me. are you merely modest, mayhap timid ? or, have they perhaps grown too dull and soft, a poor imitation of a real predator's fangs ? ❞

'pon heart - shaped tiers, bloomed a taunting moue. in opposition to the saccharine venom of her words, the motions of her fingers against his scalp were most tender. a contradiction, meant to force a reaction out of him. ❝ i actually prefer to play with people of your size ... you are all so endearing, once you finally fall to your knees for me. ❞

[wintersrunt]

WHILE CENTURIES SPENT ALONE had left the wolf starved of affection and overly sensitive to the touch of another, they had also forced him to contend with the reality that he was no longer a pack animal. Isolated in ways a creature so loyal and loving never ought to be, the false promise of something that would soothe - albeit temporarily - the ache in his heart failed to sway him.

He was far too at ease with its longing.

Dark eyes glanced downwards at the tails coiling themselves around his limbs, but Bigby felt no threat from them, enjoying their warmth in ways he would never admit to, not even to himself, his hand leaving her throat in favour of holding himself above her, the small distance intentional.

"You're not my mate," he said simply, a wolf of principle, despite what the masses might believe of him, despite the venom they might spit. "I've got no plans to get on my knees for you, or anyone else, for that matter."

Although the feeling of her hand at the nape of his neck was enough to make him consider it. Her fingers ran through his hair, nails tracing lightly over his scalp, and it took everything Bigby had to keep a contented growl locked safely away in his chest.

"You've had your fun, fox. Give it up."

[wintersrunt]

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame ...... uh hi.... :)

@bak3rs

SHE WAS A LITTLE YOUNGER than he'd usually go for, figuring it was borderline creepy for a man in his forties to seek the undeserved attention of women in their late twenties and early thirties, but Ellie didn't seem to hold the same belief.

Tucked away, out of sight and hopefully out of mind, the two of them fawned over one another at the back of the bar. She was all hands, needy and desperate in the way he remembered being when he was younger, less controlled and reserved than he was now. Bigby chuckled hoarsely as she moved her lips over to his neck, teeth gritting when she left her mark on him.

"Been a while, huh?" he murmured, figuring this desire of hers had been left to build. "You wanna get outta here?"

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

[melis-writes]

THE WOLF AMONG US | Dev. Telltale Games.

[videonoir]

　　𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥. it was easy enough based on looking at her to assume she wasn't much of a dog person or an animal person at all, but as someone who was increasingly having difficulty relating with her human coworkers, she appreciated how easy it was to get along with them.

　　' i don't mind. i've thought about getting a dog myself. ' kinsey murmured, smiling faintly when she felt the cold wet nose through the cage. ' it would be nice to have someone to jog with who can keep up. '

[wintersrunt]

HE CLOSED THE DOOR BEHIND HER, before walking around to the other side of the car and putting himself behind the wheel. There was a significant lack of grace in the way he moved, grunting softly when his back hit the seat, and yet nothing but gentility when he pressed his fingers against the cage for Knox to gnaw on.

"I don't know about jogging," he told her, starting the car with his free hand. "Sprinting, maybe."

The dog's excitable wiggle seemed to back this statement well enough.

Moving his hand away from the cage, Bigby set the car in gear and pulled away, eyes on the road and tone conversational as he continued. "Good company, though," he told her, for no reason other than to fill the silence. "Lived alone for years. Couldn't not have a dog now."

[rhodeshillcare]

"I sometimes think I was born at the wrong place and time. I definitely don't really belong anywhere."

Too innocent to be among the criminals, too frightening to be among normal people. She herself was not intimidating at all, but reputation was enough to ruin someone in a world run by silent social laws. For someone like Bigby it was probably all too complicated, compared to the pack tendencies of his species...or at least the species he was linked to? For Emiya that seemed complicated, but it was clear the two of them were from different worlds besides.

"Sometimes I wish I'd been born an animal. It'd probably be tough, but animals don't have to worry about toeing into social faux pas."

A random thought struck her and Emiya giggled a bit, thinking a little deeper on it. What if she had been a wolf? Probably not a BOW one, but one that was wild and free, roaming the forests where they came ffrom? It was a novel idea, and one she wanted to share.

"Hmm...I think I might have liked being a wolf. Could you imagine me as one with a cute snout and pretty fur? I wonder if it'd be nice and black like my hair? I think I would have been a gorgeous wolf in another life."

[wintersrunt]

IT WAS OFTEN HIS PREFERENCE to simply listen whenever Emiya spoke. Not only was it easier, more peaceful, with fewer opportunities to say something insensitive or stupid, but most importantly, he often had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

He had not been born an animal, any more than he had been born a human. Neither one nor the other, the B.O.W existed in some twisted reality in between the two; not human enough to know her struggles, not animal enough to know her fantasies.

And so, he listened.

"I like you as you are," was his eventual reply, a little while after her wistful contemplation. "And, uh... there are social faux... whatever. Like, making eye contact," he mumbled, gaze characteristically cast downwards as he spoke. "It can be a challenge for dominance-- for wolves, I mean."

His next pause was a little more considered.

"Or... an invitation to bond." He found himself frowning at his own wording. "Sometimes it's pack coordination, so... easy to get it wrong."

[muertemorbo]

mara's grip on her gun tightens. this fucking sheriff, always intervening, always poking his nose where it doesn't belong. " you don't talk to them, " she instructs bigby, a sharpness in her tone. one fable protecting another. these are dangerous people with dangerous intentions. bigby doesn't deserve to get wrapped up with them. " they're here for me. " she won't tell him why. not yet. it's all too intimate, too personal.

does he have a right to know? perhaps. but that's mara choice, and she doesn't feel like sharing. when the agent on the ground twitches in an attempt to free himself, mara twists his arm painfully. " i know who sent you, " she converses with the man through gritted teeth, momentarily ignoring bigby's presence. " tell them to stop trying to find me. " releasing him, she trains her gun on the agent and uses it to guide him to his feet and backwards past the wolf.

he makes the mistake of going for his own gun, however, and mara doesn't hesitate; automatically firing a shot. it hits his leg, non-lethal, and he cries out. she meets bigby's gaze and narrows her eyes. the two remaining agents are reluctant to come out of hiding, looking to the sheriff to ease the tension.

[wintersrunt]

BULLETS STUNG LIKE A BITCH, but they weren't enough to put him down. Nonetheless, he readily stepped out of Mara's warpath, not usually one for following instructions from anyone outside of the Business Office, but acutely aware that the woman he was dealing with was not one to be ignored.

As demonstrated by the bullet in the stranger's leg.

Ears ringing, inhuman hearing doing him a great disservice at such close range, Bigby reached out towards Mara's gun. He didn't attempt to take it, or even alter its aim, but his hand merely hovered above it, palm gently brushing over the barrel. The glare that accompanied the action depicted, to some small degree, the unpleasantness of having a gun go off so close to his head.

"Hey-- maybe we could take it down a notch," a warning, even if it didn't sound much like one. He assumed she would read between the lines, on that one. "What's going on here?"

[coinicear]

keeping her injured hand close to her chest, tess watches bigby as he finally moves off from the bar and towards the door . she glances from him to woody, a small sigh of relief escaping her at bigby's reassurance that his fellow fable wouldn't be a bother to them any longer . tess looks back at holly and gren, noticing the slight apprehension and shared disappointment towards bigby's methods of keeping things under control, and she finds herself frowning as she turns away from them and follows bigby out the bar .

" here, let me help you . " using her good hand, she carefully guides his arm over her shoulders, unbothered by the idea of his blood getting on the side of her clothes as she helps support his weight as they walk to his apartment . " will that heal ? " she asks softly, nodding to the rather large gash that has her worrying over the big bad wolf . she doesn't say anything else on their journey back, far too focused on his well-being and getting him the help he needs .

grimble snores fill the air as they manage to get into the lobby of the woodlands luxury apartments . tess doesn't even give the sleeping security guard a glance as she manages to get them both at the elevator doors . her good hand temporarily lets go of his waist as she moves to press the button to call the elevator down to their floor . she can feel her side getting wet with his blood, but she doesn't care . well, she doesn't care about the clothes - she very much cares about her friend .

" almost there, bigby . " she whispers softly, her words followed by the ding! of the elevator . she shuffles them both inside, her good hand awkwardly moving to press the button for his floor .

[wintersrunt]

HIS RESPONSES MUST HAVE BEEN little more than grunts and groans, and Tess' questions, their journey back to his apartment, and the way he slumped against her had all bled into the background by the time she lowered him into his chair.

The thumping of his heart in his battered chest drowned out all else for a while, and it took conscious effort, the intentional slowing of his breath, to regain enough composure to focus on what needed to be done - for both of them.

Swineheart would take a while, and if he were being truthful, Bigby didn't want to have to explain his actions to Crane or Snow, not when they were so deeply motivated by some misplaced affections for the woman now soaked in his blood. Seemed tragically fitting, he thought, and as his gaze finally came to settle on Tess, he was quietly reminded of all the reasons he ought to stay away.

"There's a first aid kit in the bathroom," he told her softly, taking it from her when she returned with it in hand - the one good one she had left, anyway. "I'll patch this up, then we'll take a look at your hand. Think you can help me hold this together?"

The wound, he meant, far too open to be stitched; it would need to be held together before it could be bound. Three hands were better than two, he supposed, and he wouldn't be much use to Tess if he passed out.

"Just hold it closed. I'll do the rest."

[winter-wise]

bigby + text post

[wintersrunt]

• You matter to me. More than you know.

@rhodeshillcare

HE KNEW THAT SHE CARED FOR HIM, even if her reasoning didn't make much sense. Bigby knew she didn't want to be without him, that his constant presence was a comfort, not a burden, and that Emiya saw him as something more than a monster created for her protection.

He wondered, briefly, what he could possibly not know.

His head was in her lap, as a man, rather than a wolf, strange and unfamiliar to the both of them. So accustomed to not needing to respond when a quiet huff or a wag of his tail did the talking for him, Bigby was quiet for a moment, but eventually he looked up at her, giving Emiya a crooked smile.

"Yeah?" he murmured. "Good job, I guess... you're stuck with me now."

[razedhell]

@wintersrunt continued from here !

she feels it all, every emotion that he goes through as he tries to find the right words. eyes remain locked on him, even as he refuses to meet her gaze & ravenna stays quiet, allowing him the time he needs only for a slight furrow to crease between her brows when he seems to just give up. “ bigby . . . ” voice is gentle, coaxing, as 7 - inch heels sound rhythmically against the hardwood floors of her penthouse moving closer to him slowly. “ don’t lie to me, amore. not when i can feel you. ”

placing herself between his legs, fingers tilt his chin so he’s forced to look at her, thumb brushing along his bottom lip affectionately. ravenna understands how someone could rip their own skin off when the itch for freedom has settled in their bones. “ will you come back to me ? ” heart aches at the thought of being separated from him but she’ll bear it if it means he’ll feel better.

[wintersrunt]

IT HAD PROVIDED A FOUNDATION, her ability to look past that armour of his, for their relationship to blossom without him needing to say very much at all. She knew him, in some ways better than he knew himself, but it was invasive, too, being seen so clearly. It was not natural for a predator to be under such scrutiny, and he fought the urge to retreat further, looking up her finally when her fingers pressed to his chin.

"I don't wanna be away from you," the truth, in all its sincerity. Freedom of the body was not freedom of the heart if he was not with his mate. "I wanna be wherever you are," even if it wore him down, even if he hated the humans, hated their flashing lights, hated their hands on her, hated the way they displayed her like a pretty ornament for them to admire.

[garglemyballsack]

@wintersrunt || meme reply continuation || thank you for this!

soldier boy stares up at the ceiling as they talk. slightly stoned and more relaxed than he, normally, lets other people see. arms behind his head that rests upon the pillows propped up, he huffs at bigby's latest dating flop..

"women these days.. fucking blame the flower shitting hippies. once they started burning bras? everything went to fucking hell in a handbasket." the smile on his mouth is easily heard with that whiskey tone. "the ones that aren't pumped full of chemicals to make everything inflated like some clown twisted up balloon. just fuckin' weird. s'why i stick to the older dames. the younger they are? jesus christ.."

blowing out a breath, he lifts his head and glances down alongside the bed. "or sex. stick to fucking and fucking only?" lips purse. "friends with benefits without the friends part getting too deep? not bad. less required, less hassle. both have one hell of a good time. sort've a win, win if you ask me."

[wintersrunt]

EYES REMAINING FIXATED ON THE FURRY FACE of his beloved canine companion, Bigby considered his friend's words with a small frown. Knox shifted slightly, and Bigby began to stroke the top of his head, pulling gently at his ear, which immediately settled the dog, who let out another small huff.

"I only go for the natural ones," he replied, voice made hoarse by the long night of drinking that had precipitated a conversation neither man would usually have, especially with each other. "Freaks me out when they inject themselves with shit and wax everything... like one of those fuckin' Barbie dolls."

He glanced upwards when he heard Soldier Boy shift on the bed, scoffing slightly at his remark.

"I did all that when I was younger... isn't my thing. I don't wanna fuck a woman I don't know." Besides, he had seen his own mother be used and discarded by men, a woman who had only ever done right by people; didn't seem right to treat someone that way, but Bigby thought better of saying it. "No judgement, man... but isn't it awkward? You don't know what they like, they sure as shit don't know what you like... and in the morning, what, you just get outta there?"

[wintersrunt]

"you didn't need to step in like that."

@bcmbsight

GETTING SHIT FROM FELLOW FABLES WAS ONE THING, but getting shit from immortal creatures when you hadn't been born that way, when the years still felt long, endless and daunting... well, that was something else entirely.

There were other places they could drink. Someplace with humans, somewhere they could blend in.

"Gren's a fuckin' asshole," he replied in a tone so level that it suggested he was stating fact, more so than expressing any emotion he felt towards the man. Gren, like every other immortal creature in the city, had plenty of reason to be an asshole, after all. "Always lookin' for a fight. Best to leave him to it."