#support: shinon and volug

[fletching-scar]

🎄 I hope you're still accepting this. Kiss the fucking dog Shinon

The party is shit. So far Shinon's taken too much wine, a strong right hook, and a withering rejection from the most monumentally handsome man he's ever seen in all his days.

So he's getting hammered in a corner. Naturally. Three sheets to the wind, yawing like a ship in a hurricane.

And then something miraculous happens. Shinon almost returns to the light of Ashera herself.

There's a dog. Big an' fluffy with the most soulful eyes Shinon ever did see. Good-tempered, too. Not growlin' at all the strange people.

Whatever rich fuck owns this creature must have actually trained him alright.

And nobody's even looking.

Laughing softly, Shinon leans back into the corner, patting his lap as if to coax the dog closer.

Please. Just give him this.

[fletching-scar]

dog days are over

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Shinon's had enough. He'd been ready to hurl his piteous body from the bell tower the instant that beast-man transformed in his lap, shit, he just isn't strong enough for this.

But shit like this never ends just 'cause Shinon's had enough.

For one, he can't sleep. Shinon wracks in his bed like he's got the consumption, picturing the way the beast-man's muzzle went malleable--as flesh never, ever should--and morphed into that smug roguish fucking face. Can't sleep. Can barely even blink. It's just the inside of his eyelids now, the way the beast had leered at him.

Is there issue?

He'd said it so innocent-like, as though his little prank hadn't sundered Shinon like a ship on jagged rocks.

And even this--even that Shinon may never know peace again--is not enough.

Because everywhere Shinon turns, he sees that damn dog. It follows him like an omen, tail-tip swishing all haughty, lilac-colored eyes all full of soul.

It's been days. And Shinon's had enough.

He goes into the woods and shoots the fattest rabbit he can find. One clean shot, directly through the eye. And he cleans it perfectly, doesn't leave a single scrap behind. Slices it. Smokes it to perfection.

And when Shinon sees the dog again, he's ready. He motions the beast-man aside, hustles him into a quiet corner of the garden.

"Look," he says. And--fuck, he looks ridiculous. Talking to a dog all serious, like they're going to war.

Shinon grits his teeth and soldiers on.

"You got me," he spits, genuinely pained. "Your little beast-man joke--good one. Real funny."

He fumbles in his pack, draws out the meat. It's wrapped in thin cloth, but the aroma's tantalizing.

"If I--if I give you this, will you leave me alone?"