wixenfolk:
“We need help cursing someone” Charlie said rolling her eyes, it was a simple request “we are two people and need someone else” she finished looking at Major who just rolled their eyes at her.
Major was not sure still about it, the person they canted to curse did deserve all the punishment they wanted, but a curse was still a curse, not only forbidden but risky “we need help putting a curse on an person who needs to pay for what they did” they added sure of themself and more than willing to pay the price.
Curses. It always was fucking curses. Sometimes, people were horrible, and they needed a good hex or two, an extra toe or temporary blindness, maybe even a drastic change in the manner of speaking. But Jason always found that people wanted curses more than hexes.
( Didn’t matter--he just hoped he didn’t get burned like last time. )
“That’s going to cost steep, depending on the nature of the spell,” he replied, unsure of what exactly he was getting into. “And I need proof that this someone isn’t going to bite us---me specifically, in the ass.”
















