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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[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.