OTA

[jageskro]

Sometimes, bar fights just didn't happen the way you wanted them to. As in, they were cut short before you got much more than a bruise and a cut on your cheekbone. Jag was pissed off as he stumbled away from the bar, holding a kleenex to his cheek. With his other hand, he was fishing his mobile out of his pocket. Who knew, maybe Coby would be in the mood for a little mutual pain tonight. Or even just a blowjob, Jag wasn't going to be picky.

He threw the kleenex in the gutter and scrolled through his contact list, but before he could find Coby, he found himself shoved up against a wall in the deserted street. By a woman. A really fucking strong woman, who licked his bleeding cheek before telling him, "You're delicious."

"And you've got weird kinks," he muttered, eyes flicking away from her and at the nervous-looking girl behind her.

"Are you sure you should be doing this?" the girl asked, switching from foot to foot. "The sheriff -"

"The sheriff isn't here," the woman cut her off, then grinned at Jag, baring bloody fangs.

Before he could think anything of it, pain lanced from his neck as she buried them there. "Fuck," he muttered, not exactly sounding as if he disliked getting his blood sucked out of him. Not as long as the pain of those fangs didn't go anywhere, anyway.

"Just, maybe don't kill him?"

The vampire pulled back from him with a roll of her eyes, still holding Jag against the wall. His neck was still hurting beautifully. "Of course I'm going to kill him. I'm tired of being on a leash. Do you want a drink, or not?"

Right, okay. Wonderful pain was one thing. Being drained dry, another. "No one's killing me," Jag muttered.

"Oh yeah?" The woman snorted. "The food thinks it's got a say in..."

She never finished her sentence, as Jag's fire washed over her. Jag expected it to hurt the fuck out of her, and make her back off. But apparently vampires were extremely flammable, because she caught on fire properly and was reduced to ashes within seconds.

"Fuck," Jag said again. He looked up at the girl vampire, who screamed and then ran off, faster than his eye could track. "Fuck," he repeated, and began to sag to the ground now that no one was holding him up against the wall.

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[offthebeatenpath]

Is the curse broken? should be a straightforward enough question the tarot would give a clear answer, but Em had no idea if the magic behind the curse might interfere. And she hated that she just then thought of that possibility.

"If the curse isn't broken, the circle should keep him inside?" she asked Val, wanting to be sure she understood.

[jageskro]

That was what Jag had assumed, since Val had talked of binding him inside it, and he pushed up to his feet slowly, holding on to the back of the chair as he glanced at Val and waited for an answer.

[hollow_moon]

"In theory, yes," Val said awkwardly. "I've only ever done this once before. ...Well, I say done, it was more I watched..."

[offthebeatenpath]

That was enough to make Val the expert in the room, and Em nodded, trying not to be too hopeful. Yet. Nothing to do but see what happened when Jag tried, and she mindlessly wrapped the ends of her hair around and around a finger as she waited.

[jageskro]

"I don't feel different," Jag told them, the shadow of fear in his eyes. Still, he stepped towards the door, meeting no resistance on his way.

Shit, he wasn't going to cry, and he blinked away the tears that welled up in his eyes.

[hollow_moon]

"Jag?" Val asked softly, watching the other man, but not stepping closer. He had no idea how he might be feeling, and the last thing he wanted to do was violate the other man's personal space.

[offthebeatenpath]

Em did move closer and reached out, but hesitated before actually touching Jag, not sure if it would be welcome.

"You didn't feel any different when the curse first hit either," she pointed out, trying for encouraging. Not that she really knew how he'd felt at the time, but the way Jag had acted while cursed, if he still was, he'd have no qualms about telling her how wrong she was.

[jageskro]

"I still don't know that I was cursed," Jag pointed out, his voice quiet to keep the lump of tears from it. He tried to look over at Val, but could only glance his way before his gaze locked with Em's, and yeah, her touch was welcome. "Can we please go home?"

[hollow_moon]

Jag wouldn't look at him, and Val felt an ache in his chest that he'd been trying to ignore all night.

"You can leave whenever," Val said quietly, watching the pair for a moment, and feeling iced out by how at ease they seemed to be. It seemed Jag didn't need him at all.

[offthebeatenpath]

"Yeah." Em rested her hand low on Jag's back, beyond ready for them to be home. But she hated leaving Val like that too.

She met his gaze, her expression drawn tight with concern. "Are you going to be okay?"

[jageskro]

Guilt layered over on top of guilt, but Jag wasn't sure he had the energy to deal with anything right then, much less navigate through his very complicated emotions when it came to Val. Besides, Val probably wouldn't want him to reach out, not with how he'd behaved. He might believe that it was because of a curse, but Jag knew better. This was the kind of thing he did. It had all been him. Feeling terrible about it didn't change what he'd done, and he looked away from Val again as more tears welled up in his eyes.

[hollow_moon]

Val's hurt only made the wolf louder, and he bared his teeth slightly as he spoke.

"Does it matter? If he has nothing to say to me, just go," he replied, letting the wolf take over completely as he shifted into the creature.

The wolf stared at them both, bright green eyes shining and filled with hurt- Though he didn't linger long. The wolf made a soft sound, nearly a whimper, then slunk off out the room, leaving the pair to see themselves out.

[offthebeatenpath]

Yes, it mattered. But Val had the right to feel hurt and want to be alone, so Em only frowned a bit as she watched him go.

"C'mon, bab," she said, pulling out her phone to get a cab. "Let's go home."

[jageskro]

Jag's eyes flashed with emotions at Val's words, but his own were stuck in his throat, and none of them would come out. It was probably for the best, anyway. Let Val hate him; it would be easier on them both. He stared after the wolf once he was gone, then went with Em. Home would be - well, it would be better than here.