Gathering Post - Christmas Eve Party

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Merry Christmas!

You are invited to celebrate the season with Finlay Flynn and Willy Silver.

 

When: Christmas Eve (5pm – Midnight)

Where: Making the Modern World - The Science Museum

RSVP: By Email (SBMNGR@ldnmgmt893.co.uk) Before 19/12

 

Upon entry you'll be given a ticket for one free drink. All drinks after that are 5 each. There will also be a free buffet in the dining area.

 

Dress code: Casual, but tidy please!

 

Raffle: Come wearing a festive sweater and you will automatically be entered into a raffle to win a 65 inch TV.

 

Donate: Bring three tins of canned food to be donated to the local food bank, and receive an extra drink ticket.

Look forward to: A live DJ, live music, an appearance by Santa, gift bags with deluxe swag, and the company of old and new friends!

 

(OTA! Happy holidays! If you know Fin, Willy, Phouka, or Winter, feel free to assume they gave you an invite. If not, you can say your pup got an invite through a friend of a friend, someone who knows someone, ect. It IS invite over (no gate crashing pups please, Fin's a giver and would want everyone to feel included), but the pups hosting the party are pretty active and I believe they know almost everyone in the game. And the people they don't know surely know people who do. Even if you only met them once, you got an invite somehow! This gathering post is open all week, and beyond!)

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[whispersoflove]

Anael was leaning on a pillar, sipping a glass of red wine and watching the Fae as he made the rounds. He did not want to intrude, but he did want to introduce himself. It was high time they met, for all that he had put it off. He did so hope that Fin's faith would be validated, and that they would manage to get along. A Fae prince and an archangel, at a party together. A lack of bloodshed would be a small miracle in itself, given how high the tensions ran between their people.

When the Fae looked his way, Anael quirked his lips in a small smile, and raised his glass in his direction. A sign of friendship, to assure him of his lack of hostility.

[willysilver]

Willy had felt him long before they ever made eye contact. Once he'd seen the angel and there had been a gesture of peace Willy relaxed and enjoyed the night. But he was a prince of the Seelie court and it would be unfathomably rude to not welcome all the guests that he could. So he made his way over to the angel. He was on his best behaviour as he bowed just a little, his emerald green eyed gaze never breaking away.

"Welcome to our party," he said, formal and polite. "I am Will Argent, some call me Willy Silver."

Neither were his given name- only his mother, he, and Fin knew the magnitude of his entire name.

[whispersoflove]

"Anael," the angel answered, with a small bow of his head. "Which do you prefer?"

He had no qualms about giving the Fae his name; it was not his true name the way they meant. The number of variants he was known under was proof enough of that, from Anael to Haniel. But it was his favourite one, if only because it rang less of an archangel bell for men than Haniel did.

[willysilver]

"I prefer Willy, Anael," he said. There was a shiver of magic as he said the name but it was minor. Unless it was a true name there was really no power in saying it aloud. Willy had mostly wanted to feel it on his tongue.

"I have never met one of your kind," he said then. "Only stories when I was a youngling."

[whispersoflove]

"Horror stories?" Anael asked with a sorry wince.

[willysilver]

"Cautionary tales," he replied with a kind smile. "But I never took heed. And when I left the Realm to live amongst mortals so many years ago I always hoped I might meet one of you."

[whispersoflove]

"Not all of my brethren are as - accepting as I can be," Anael settled on. "I'm glad it was me you ended up meeting." In most cases, he would suggest heading the other way. Of course, there were exceptions. Lovely exceptions.

[willysilver]

"I, too, am glad. You do not seem to be the bloodthirsty monster I was told of," he said with a bright smile. It was a compliment and meant as such.

[whispersoflove]

Anael was briefly tempted to defend his brethren, but he hoped - prayed - that Willy knew the truth to be a lot more complex than that, and left it at that. "I'm not," he simply confirmed, and set aside thoughts of a time when he had been. "And you've been good to Fin."

[willysilver]

His smile softened at the mention of Fin and he immediately searched the crowd for him. Love welled up in him like a fountain when he spotted the young man. It was very much like a force of nature, like a storm of love within him that could hardly be contained.

"How could I be anything but? He is my evermore. My chosen. I adore him the most of anything or anyone in all the worlds," he said.

[whispersoflove]

Anael hadn't known what to expect of the love the Fae felt for Fin, but it hadn't been something of this magnitude, and his eyes widened slightly as he stared at Willy, silent for a few seconds. Then he huffed out a soft laugh, a smile lingering on his lips. "Very clearly."

[willysilver]

"I have never been in love. There have been mortals I have cared for in all my long years, but with Fin...I knew almost immediately he was the one. I am glad to risk my life and wits to be bound to him alone. I do not even fear what will become of me if he ever dies or leaves," he said.

[whispersoflove]

"I am glad to have met you, Willy," Anael said honestly, his gaze warm and friendly, warmer and friendlier than he had been until now. Willy was still a Fae, but if a Fae was capable of such love, then Anael would Love them in his turn, more freely than he had until now.

[willysilver]

"As am I," he replied. "Are you enjoying the party? Have you eaten your fill? I have not hosted a feast before, not like this," he replied, finding that he really was quite glad to have met Anael. He also realized he was lucky to have met an angel that didn't smite him on sight.

[whispersoflove]

"I'm afraid I haven't even thought of eating," Anael replied, with a hint of sheepishness, and raised his glass. "But the wine is lovely?" Or this one was, in any case.

[willysilver]

"Ah, yes. I insisted we must have good wine. There is nothing sorrier than bad wine," he replied, shaking his head. His hair bounced as he moved it.

[whispersoflove]

"A sorry heart, I should think," Anael replied softly.

[willysilver]

"You are correct there. Which is why when I play on the street I always infuse my music with joy for the mortals. So long as they listen their worries are lighter," he replied. "I just adore the mortals. I adore living in this world."

[whispersoflove]

"Then we have that in common," Anael stated, and then smiled. "Well, not the living in it bit. But I do love this world, and the people in it." He had far too many duties in Heaven to be detached to Earth.

[willysilver]

"Do you take care of their needs when you can? I do, every chance I get. I always have. Most fae only trick and trap. And I will admit I will take advantage of a deal if someone makes a wish, but usually I do things because I like them," he confessed.

[whispersoflove]

"I try to help them, as much as I can," Anael answered, breathing right past that mention of deals, and taking advantage of them. Faes would be Faes, but this one, at least, seemed to care about mortals, or some of them, at least. He certainly loved Fin, in a beautiful, overwhelming way. "I don't like to see them hurt. I don't like to see anyone hurt."

[willysilver]

"We agree on that," he said with a nod. "They are quite special."

[whispersoflove]

"Everyone is," Anael answered honestly. His Love certainly did not end with men.

[willysilver]

"Seems we have quite a bit in common...but I do not think you and I are like the rest of our kind. Am I correct?" Will said. It seemed to him Anael was not cut from the same cloth as the angels of the cautionary tales of his youth.

[whispersoflove]

"I've known few Fae," Anael answered with a small smile, a slight joke about being unable to verify one half of the equation, "but most of my brethren do think me quite odd, yes." To put it nicely.