Gathering Post

[londoncallingmods]

The best thing about London was that there was always something to do, no matter what your interests were. This weekend there was a jazz festival in Bloomsbury, an ale festival that would take you through a drunken train tour of the city, an African culture festival near Covent Garden, and several movie screenings, parties, and other pockets of fun.

Tourists were flooding in from all over, and many Londoners were slipping off to, or coming back from, their latest trips to Barcelona, Paris, or Ibiza. The weather was warm, and it had been fairly dry and sunny lately- Really, it was the perfect place to be right now. ...At least that's what anyone who wasn't heading off to some tropical wonderland would tell you at least.

As day faded into evening, bars came alive and shop windows lit up, inviting in tourists and locals alike. The city buzzed well into the night, calming only briefly in the morning, before bursting back into life again.

(Have your pup be anywhere in the city you like. This GP is intended to take place over the course of Sat and Sun, but will be open all week long! Remember to add your pup's tag after you tag in!)

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[phouka]

Phouka exuded comfort and calm and knelt at Fin's feet. He lightly touched one knee and with all his will he gave Fin the gift of calm.

"Good dog," Crowley smirked.

Phouka looked over at him, his black eyes flashing and his lip turning up to show his teeth. He could tell the man was neither human nor fae...and something dark. Something that set him on edge and made him ready to fight.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin reached for him, touching Phouka's shoulder, then his hair as he clung to him.

"I'm having a panic attack," he finally managed to say, ignoring Crowley's rude comments and focusing only on the Phouka, and the calm feeling that suddenly washed over him. "I need you to get me home. I'm sorry."

[phouka]

"Do not be sorry, my friend," Phouka said softly, gathering up Fin's things and then taking him by the hand. "We will not be noticed if we go into the loo. COme. I shall get you home."

Crowley sipped his wine and considered something evil, then decided he'd rather mess about with other people. Fin was no fun.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin didn't bother saying goodbye, still trembling slightly as he followed Phouka into the bathrooms.

He felt ill and dizzy, but one they were alone he embraced the Phouka tightly.

"I know you lot hate it when I say it but thank you, Phouka. Thank you for coming."

[phouka]

The words didn't sting as they once had and so Phouka smiled and caressed Fin's cheek.

"It is my pleasure," he said, marking this not as a favor but something without debt. "Now home, yes? One, two, three..."

Phouka held him and though his magic was not as powerful as Willy's he transprted them to Fin's room. The familiar scent and sense of the room surrounded them.

"To bed with you."

[prince_of_nymphs]

The comfort of home was instant, and Fin visibly relaxed as he made his way to the bed and flopped onto it.

"Will you stay, or do you have things to do? I won't ask you to stay if you have plans," he said softly, not sure when Willy would be home.

[phouka]

"I have no plans. I will stay," he replied, joining Fin on the bed without asking permission. He waved his hand and his clothes- and FIn's clothes- were gone, replaced with comfortable pyjamas.

"I regret I cannot sing to you," he chuckled.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin laughed softly, so used to magic now that he hardly flinched at the change of clothes.

The laughed faded slowly though, and the pit of worry returned.

"That man..." he started to say.

[phouka]

"...Was no man," the Phouka finished. "He was evil in a way I have never felt. Darker than even the Queen of Air and Darkness. Did he harm you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No, he was just unpleasant. ...He said he was a demon, and he spoke of what people might do with my name," Fin replied, rolling onto his side and curling up.

[phouka]

Phouka took a long breath. "Yes, but my Prince has gone to great lengths to prevent anything bad. His enchantments are strong and his love even stronger."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I know. I know, I just- I panicked," Fin said softly.

[phouka]

"A natural reaction, I should think," he replied. "Today you faced something far more powerful than anything you have met before, I dare say. Under the circumstances I would say you are quite put together."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I feel like a fool though," Fin said softly, sighing as he wrapped his arms around his pillow and hugged it close.

"He gave me my sight back for a moment- Said I could keep it, if I was willing to trade my soul."

[phouka]

"For your soul? He truly is evil. That is a deal a devil would make," he said. "You did not agree? You did not even hint at agreeing, did you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Not at all," Fin assured him. "Though I can't pretend I wasn't tempted, Phouka. ...I'd give nearly anything to see again."

[phouka]

"But not your soul. Never your soul. Your mortal soul is what binds you to my prince. Your mortal soul is of more value than eyes or hearts or...anything. It must remain yours," he said firmly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I know- I know," Fin assured him, reaching to squeeze his arm and calm him. "I wont ever part with it, I swear it- I just mean that it's something I want more than anything, that's all."

[phouka]

Keats had been waiting patiently to be called and Phouka finally patter the bed, giving the dog permission. He jumped up and settled at Fin's feet.

"If I could grant such a wish, I would," he said, no idle promise. He would, in an instant.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You're kind to say so," Fin sighed, letting Keats settle against him as he reached for his cigarettes and lit one. "Wishes aren't enough though, Phouka. I'm not sure anything is."

[phouka]

Phouka sighed softly. "No, no, I don't think wishes are enough. It may well be how things are meant to be. You cannot cheat destiny."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Destiny, I never thought of it like that- That makes it sound so final and absolute," Fin said softly.

[phouka]

"Perhaps it is. Perhaps it is not. I am not an expert," Phouka said warmly. "I do know, though, that if you are indeed my prince's chosen one there will be nothing in the world that will tear him from you. Nothing."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin nearly pointed out that love wouldn't make him less blind, but he knew he was just being bitter.