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The hardest part was keeping the lies straight.
"I thought you were only having one of your eyes done?"
"I did, the other I had done abroad- It was a spur of the moment choice..."
"Your so pale now..."
"The medication, it doesn't sit well with me."
"You're so thin!"
"No appetite. It'll get better though, I'm sure."
He'd anticipated that though. He'd known he'd need to lie and fib left and right, until people just accepted he could see again- And that perhaps he was still a touch unwell. What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the resentment that many of his old friends seemed to suddenly feel towards him. It was one thing when Fin was a rising star- But pitiable because of his disability. Now, however... Now he was already receiving television and film offers left and right, and that... That apparently upset a few people.
He'd been leaving one of his favourite coffee shops when he nearly walked right into Phil. A man he'd worked with many times in small productions. A good actor, but older- Perhaps past his prime in the eyes of many.
"Oh! Phil, how brilliant to see you," Fin had smiled, offering his hand, and looking puzzled when it wasn't taken.
"Brilliant is it?" Phil replied, raising a brow and ignoring the offered hand. "So posh sounding these days, Fin. I don't remember you being posh- Not when you were sleeping on the streets, begging for parts. ...Wouldn't know you were dragged up in Manchester with that posh voice you put on."
Fin's smile faded slightly, and he forced an uncomfortable laugh. "Bad habit, I suppose," he said awkwardly.
"Not a habit," Phil assured him. "Just as fake as the rest of you, that's all."
Fin's smile faded completely then, aware that people were staring now. "Right," he said awkwardly. "Well, I should... I should be off."
Phil smiled then, a vicious smile. "I suppose so. That casting couch wont get warmed without you. ...Catch something, have you?" he added, looking Fin over with a sneer. "Should be a bit more cautious, Fin. ...Or is it Finlay now?"
Fin didn't answer that, he simply turned away trying to hide the embarrassment he felt as he started walking and brushed off a young woman who tried to stop him for a selfie.
"I thought you were only having one of your eyes done?"
"I did, the other I had done abroad- It was a spur of the moment choice..."
"Your so pale now..."
"The medication, it doesn't sit well with me."
"You're so thin!"
"No appetite. It'll get better though, I'm sure."
He'd anticipated that though. He'd known he'd need to lie and fib left and right, until people just accepted he could see again- And that perhaps he was still a touch unwell. What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the resentment that many of his old friends seemed to suddenly feel towards him. It was one thing when Fin was a rising star- But pitiable because of his disability. Now, however... Now he was already receiving television and film offers left and right, and that... That apparently upset a few people.
He'd been leaving one of his favourite coffee shops when he nearly walked right into Phil. A man he'd worked with many times in small productions. A good actor, but older- Perhaps past his prime in the eyes of many.
"Oh! Phil, how brilliant to see you," Fin had smiled, offering his hand, and looking puzzled when it wasn't taken.
"Brilliant is it?" Phil replied, raising a brow and ignoring the offered hand. "So posh sounding these days, Fin. I don't remember you being posh- Not when you were sleeping on the streets, begging for parts. ...Wouldn't know you were dragged up in Manchester with that posh voice you put on."
Fin's smile faded slightly, and he forced an uncomfortable laugh. "Bad habit, I suppose," he said awkwardly.
"Not a habit," Phil assured him. "Just as fake as the rest of you, that's all."
Fin's smile faded completely then, aware that people were staring now. "Right," he said awkwardly. "Well, I should... I should be off."
Phil smiled then, a vicious smile. "I suppose so. That casting couch wont get warmed without you. ...Catch something, have you?" he added, looking Fin over with a sneer. "Should be a bit more cautious, Fin. ...Or is it Finlay now?"
Fin didn't answer that, he simply turned away trying to hide the embarrassment he felt as he started walking and brushed off a young woman who tried to stop him for a selfie.
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"No, I'll be alright," he assured him. "I've got to get used to it. I can't be demanding blankets and space heaters when I'm working. ...I mean, I could, but I don't want to be the twat no one wants to work with."
He took another long drag, then leaned back.
"I play the villain in the show I'm filming at the moment. Never thought I'd get the chance to play a baddy- It's brilliant."
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"It's based on a German fairy tale, The Robber Bridegroom," he explained. "It's the story of a miller's daughter, who's to be married off to a man who appears very respectable. Rich, charming, you know the sort. However, when she comes to visit the man she finds his home is empty- Nothing more than the appearance of wealth on the outside. He does, however, have a bird, and that bird keeps telling her she needs to leave."
Fin grinned then, his enthusiasm for the part leaking into the way he told the story- His smile, usually soft and sweet, took on a slightly vicious twist, and his voice grew slightly deeper, his speech slower, colder as he slipped into character. "That's when it all gets terribly gruesome. Before she can leave, she hears the man returning with his friends, and so she tucks herself away out of sight. She watches them though, watches as they drag another young woman into the room, crying and begging as they force her to drink three strange wines. Wines that cause the crying girl's heart to be 'torn apart from the inside'. They kill her, strip her bare, and then begin to salt and dismember her body- With the intention of cooking and eating her. Except as they take her apart, one finger rolls away to where the miller's daughter is hiding. On that finger is a golden ring, and the daughter hides it in her pocket while she watches the men feast.
The next day, at her wedding, she accuses the young man of murder, describing to the crowd that's gathered what he's done. The man denies it, of course. Tells her it's a dream- But the girl has proof. The finger," he grinned, holding up a single digit in show.
"The young man and his friends are sentenced to hang. ...The girl lives, of course. But she lives as the girl who nearly married a mad man. Not exactly a happily ever after sort of affair."
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"Cor..." he said softly. "That sounds really good, Fin."
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"Me mum left me with her when I was one. She brought me up. I went to the service, she died. That's about it."
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"Should we go back in? Our tea will be cold by now," he laughed softly, pushing his hair back with one hand.
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"I can make new tea. You want something to eat? I can make anything...you said you've a special diet now?"
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At least he hoped not.
"We should think of a new idea for the Christmas video," he suggested, eager to change the topic. "I'm sure you've got loads of things we could talk about."
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Though when he thought of being tied up by Hex, he didn't think of ribbons. ...Not that he thought of that sort of thing.
...Much.
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"Sounds elaborate. Does that sort of thing take very long?" he asked curiously.
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"He'll insist I remain dressed," he warned in advance. "He's very pleased with the series, I know he is, but I know he thinks I ought to be focusing on bigger things. Branding, and all that."
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"Never been gagged with a ball," he admitted. "It's not going to hurt, is it?"
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The tea WAS cold by the time they got to it and Hex took his cup and dumped it down the drain to make fresh.
"You asked earlier and I didn't know how to bring it up, I still sort of don't, but...I've been going to meetings with a friend who's having a hard time right now with craving drugs. I only tell you because of the brand thing. That might be a reason for us to, I don't know, not see each other often?"
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"I hope you never have to deal with them, mate. They're vultures."
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