[ This should be embarrassing. Actually, it most certainly was embarrassing, because he is supposed to be a quote-unquote powerful wizard. He's not supposed to let someone get the upper hand on him, certainly not supposed let them be able to put a shape changing curse on him. And yet here he is, small and fluffy and disgustingly adorable, and all because he might have led another witch on just the slightest bit.
The one thing he can say for certain is that he truly never intended to hurt anyone's feelings. He just had a way about him that skewed towards aloofness, his mind always tilting towards the future instead of settling in the now. It's almost a shock that it had taken so long for that attitude to bite him in the ass.
At least, of all things to be turned into, a cat really isn't so bad. Women are inherently drawn to him (huge plus), he gets to sleep most of the day (another benefit), and no one expects anything of him. That all had been nice for a day or two, but when the curse continued to linger, Eddie felt his hackles raise (figuratively, literally) witch each passing day.
It was about then that he had first encountered Chrissy, a young witch who had taken a liking to his forced feline form. There was something about her that he had liked more, felt practically drawn towards. Part of him had wondered at some point of maybe it wouldn't be so bad, just being her familiar. But she had managed to see through his current form, or at least catch the scent that something wasn't quite right.
Eddie watches her work on the potion, his tail flicking back and forth behind him like a metronome. She may be young, but she's undoubtedly talented, and he has a feeling that she's gotten the draught just right. Eddie meows at her, pink tongue and bright white teeth, before dipping his head to drink from the saucer.
The effect is almost immediate, he feels the shackles of the curse break away from him. His form stretches out in a hazy glow, as though waking from a long slumber. The glow lingers as he assumes his new stature, tall and willowy, his arms stretched above his head. Eddie pauses for a moment, looks confused. He's naked, but that's not what has given him pause.
Because this-- boy thing, this human shape-- this is not his true form. But he feels a ceiling press down against him, keeps him exactly where he is. It's certainly better than being a cat, but it is far from being wholly himself. Eddie blinks in the dim light, doesn't make any move to cover himself. ]
Is this what you were hoping for? [ He grins at her, pushes a hand through the dark curls on his head. This isn't his true form, but it's a decent representation. ] Black cat turned dark haired boy, that isn't too much of a cliche for you, is it?
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The one thing he can say for certain is that he truly never intended to hurt anyone's feelings. He just had a way about him that skewed towards aloofness, his mind always tilting towards the future instead of settling in the now. It's almost a shock that it had taken so long for that attitude to bite him in the ass.
At least, of all things to be turned into, a cat really isn't so bad. Women are inherently drawn to him (huge plus), he gets to sleep most of the day (another benefit), and no one expects anything of him. That all had been nice for a day or two, but when the curse continued to linger, Eddie felt his hackles raise (figuratively, literally) witch each passing day.
It was about then that he had first encountered Chrissy, a young witch who had taken a liking to his forced feline form. There was something about her that he had liked more, felt practically drawn towards. Part of him had wondered at some point of maybe it wouldn't be so bad, just being her familiar. But she had managed to see through his current form, or at least catch the scent that something wasn't quite right.
Eddie watches her work on the potion, his tail flicking back and forth behind him like a metronome. She may be young, but she's undoubtedly talented, and he has a feeling that she's gotten the draught just right. Eddie meows at her, pink tongue and bright white teeth, before dipping his head to drink from the saucer.
The effect is almost immediate, he feels the shackles of the curse break away from him. His form stretches out in a hazy glow, as though waking from a long slumber. The glow lingers as he assumes his new stature, tall and willowy, his arms stretched above his head. Eddie pauses for a moment, looks confused. He's naked, but that's not what has given him pause.
Because this-- boy thing, this human shape-- this is not his true form. But he feels a ceiling press down against him, keeps him exactly where he is. It's certainly better than being a cat, but it is far from being wholly himself. Eddie blinks in the dim light, doesn't make any move to cover himself. ]
Is this what you were hoping for? [ He grins at her, pushes a hand through the dark curls on his head. This isn't his true form, but it's a decent representation. ] Black cat turned dark haired boy, that isn't too much of a cliche for you, is it?