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Oct. 22nd, 2014 08:22 pm
willysilver: (Come Hither)
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There was little Willy enjoyed more than playing for an audience. He'd arranged tonight to play at the Alpha and stood on the small stage with his guitar. The lighting was hot but he didn't sweat. He glistened as if doused with dew and glitter. His hair was particularly unruly, but his voice was sweet and his chords true and clear.

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you're singing that song
And I got a lump in my throat
'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong...


The crowd was thick, but really not that many people. The bar was just too small for that. Willy sang some Vance Joy, some Hozier, a soulfully slowed down Ella Eyre song, that radio hit by Echosmith for some variety, and played the first few chords of an Ed Sheeran tune which he deftly changed when he was met with groans. He turned it into a composition of his own and the glamour the original music wove was more powerful than the borrowed tunes. The crowd couldn't help but be affected by the fae magic and there was joy that filled the room. Smiles. Clapping. The usual happy energy of a live performance was quadrupled, fed back to the crowd, and then amplified again. Mortals felt high from it. But the nature of his magic meant the joy was fleeting so by the time Willy had put the guitar down and had made his way to the bar to have a beer and socialize the spell had ebbed. People felt good but no one was overjoyed.

"Did you like the setlist tonight?" he asked the person he'd eased in to stand beside at the bar. "I thought I wanted to play folk, but it feels like a soul night."

Date: 2014-10-26 12:59 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (pink)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"Yeah, I know," Fin said, though the words were hollow, meant only to comfort the fae.

"Come on. Let's just call it a night, yeah? I'm tired, mate."

Date: 2014-10-26 01:07 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (looking up)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin nodded headed towards the bedroom, only to be hit by a sudden dizzy spell.

He fell hard, lit joint still in hand as he crashed to the floor, but was stoned enough that he laughed despite the pain.

Like this he wasn't himself. Like this he was little more than a scared boy hiding from the inevitability of death- Clinging to a high like a child clutching a favoured toy or blanket. His laughter was nearly manic- Wild and sharp.

Date: 2014-10-26 01:25 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (impish)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"I'm fine. I'm fine," Fin insisted, laughing louder and trying to get up. "I'm brilliant, alright, mate? I'm brilliant."

Date: 2014-10-26 01:32 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (blue)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin went still and silent, calming instantly and looking a touch dazed from the magic.

It rippled through him, and as he calmed, something else stirred in him.

He stretched out on the floor, arms over his head as he closed his eyes and arched his back. He was practically presenting himself to the fae, and a smirk played on his lips as he moaned softly.

Date: 2014-10-26 01:47 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (laze)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"Mm, I'm not. I'm not..." he said, smiling a bit and stretching again.

"I love your magic, I love the sound of your voice when it booms like that... I like the way you touch me, Willy. The way you command, the way you sing- The way you... Everything. Fuck, Willy. I am so bloody in love with you, you wicked, overgrown, pixie."

Date: 2014-10-26 01:56 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (looking up)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"Love you. Adore you, Willy Silver," Fin whispered, squirming wantonly beneath the fae's touch, then pulling him down for another kiss.

"Take me to bed," he whispered.

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