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âAs if I am!â the beast retorts, only half-irritated at the accusation given the fact that Pate is blushing so noticeably hard. âI dunno how to break a curse! Hell, itâs you faeries whaâ are always buggerinâ shit up in my forest without me knowinâ. Feels like damned fleabites on my hide when yâact up. Couldnât tell ya the first thing âbout faeries anâ humans anâ their curses even if I wanted to.â
The second accusation⌠well, it hits a little harder. He actually snarls a bit this time, thankfully still rather playfully, lip curling back to expose those ivory fangs. âAnd it is not my fault that your magicâs actinâ up,â he argues, crossing his arms where he lies on the ground beside the still-flustered half-human, snorting hard enough to tousle Pateâs ruddy bangs. âTrust me, if I could âave a normal pet, Iâd take it over your bullshit any day. Weâre stuck. Unfortunately. Now whoâre ya tryina kiss, anyway?â
Being called one of those things again makes Pate visibly bristle in turn, face redder more out of frustrated anger than embarrassment. âThatâs not the curse Iâm talking about...this is something different.â Had Creighton really not noticed yet? Or had the effects been too small to worry about so far? Would it only gradually get worse over time?
Pate ignored the kissing question to get back on point, scowling back at the god and fixing his hair. âI must have done something before I blacked out that night -- I feel something brewing, donât you? Why arenât you concerned? You were having fits over the idea of me using fresh twigs to build a hut, now you donât care crops are dying? That means less offerings for you, and the villagers will be upset. This is how revolts happen.â


















