Willy

[kersen]

When Willy hadn't shown at the bar that first night, Kersen had been equal parts panicked and pissed. He told himself that he could wait. At least a while. That Willy was a fucking fae and they weren't exactly known for their punctuality, and there was no need to tear the city apart looking for him. Yet.

But by the next night, the panic had gotten considerably worse.

Kersen went to the bar when it opened, wearing a dress - a regular dress, not a drag dress. He was masquerading as his own cousin. It was bizarre.

Of course, he wasn't really much use to anyone anyway. If he had to be honest, he'd spent a fair amount of the past two days intoxicated.

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[willysilver]

Willy had gotten the message, but it had been the wee hours of the morning when he'd run to the cottage to collect new guitar strings while Fin slept and he knew Kersen would be a-bed with the sun rising so he decided to go later. Later just turned into much later. No, no fae was ever accused of being punctual.

He breezed into Jazzmin and was distracted by the bar where he ordered a cocktail with pineapple and cranberry juice and enough liquor to make him smile. As he sipped it he looked around the bar, trying to decide which lovely lady was the vampire whose wish he'd granted.

[kersen]

It didn't take long for Kersen to spot Willy. The panic settled into relief. And then the anger pushed back into it as well.

He stormed over, fury painted on his beautiful, feminine face.

"You little shit," he accused.

[willysilver]

Willy was unperturbed and simply looked at her with wide eyed curiosity.

"You got your wish," he noted. "Are you not pleased?"

[kersen]

"Pleased? No, I am not pleased." Kersen slid into the seat next to him and added in a hiss, "I'm sure you think this is highly amusing. Fine, whatever, I learned my lesson. Don't utter the word wish in front of a fae because they're really fucking literal. Now change me back."

[willysilver]

"Change you back?" he asked, then laughed. "Oh, you sweet thing. I granted your wish because it amused me to do so but if you are going to demand something more from me you will have to pay."

[kersen]

Kersen narrowed his eyes. "You can't stab someone in the chest and then charge them to stop the bleeding!"

[willysilver]

"Oh...but I can, petal," Willy smirked. "If you wish to return to your natural state you will bring to me a full vial of bilberry essence. It must be pure. Nothing you can buy in any holistic shop..."

[kersen]

Kersen just stared at him. "What the fuck, Willy? Are you some kind of sociopath?"

[willysilver]

"Do you wish to be returned?" he asked, answering the question with one of his own.

[kersen]

"How would you feel if you woke up without a penis?" Kersen asked him sourly. "You knew perfectly well that I'm not transsexual. You did this for the fun of it."

Fucking fairies.

[willysilver]

"You should choose your words more carefully, petal. I only gave you what you wished for," he replied. In truth he was quite pleased by Kersen's reaction. Quite pleased indeed.

[kersen]

"You want something in exchange for turning me back?" Kersen snapped. "How about I don't rip your throat out?"

This was a lot for Kersen. He was not violent. Especially for a vampire. But it was the vampire part that made it come out.

[willysilver]

"Oh, please, save your petty threats of violence," he laughed. "As if you could do any lasting damage to me. Bring me the bilberry and I will change you back, little thing."

[kersen]

"I don't even know what that is, but I'm guessing that if you can't get it yourself, it's going to be a giant pain in my ass," Kersen muttered.

[willysilver]

"You have resources, I am sure. And you have a reason to spur you on," Willy replied. He was altogether much too amused by all of this. He took one more sip of the fruity drink and set it aside.

"Will there be anything else, petal?" he asked, cloyingly sweet.

[kersen]

Kersen suddenly had a sinking feeling that this was not going how he'd hoped. "Look... Willy. Change me back now. I'll do whatever you want, after. This is really... it's disquieting. It's confusing. This is really fucking with my head."

[willysilver]

"That is not how things work, Kersen. You pay for services rendered...you do not owe," he replied.

[kersen]

Kersen slammed a hand on the table. "Fuck, don't you have a soul?"

[willysilver]

"Not one of my own," he purred wickedly.

[kersen]

Kersen knew a lost cause when he saw one. He was boiling with anger, but what was he supposed to do? Even if he snapped and killed Willy or something (which he wasn't even sure he could do), then he'd be stuck like this.

"Get the fuck out," he snapped, and got to his feet. "I'll call you when I've got it."

[willysilver]

"As you wish, my friend," Willy replied, smiling smugly as he sauntered out of the bar.