Gathering Post

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The Queen's official birthday celebrations might wait for the better, brighter weather of June, instead of the actual date just passed, but there was no lack of things to do in London this week, even if it was cooler and damper than the week before. St. George's day festivities were scattered throughout the city, competing with celebrations of the four hundredth anniversary of Shakespeare's death. Getting around the city could be even more difficult than usual on Sunday, with multiple streets closed off for the London marathon.

There were exhibits - everything from graphic design to a survey of Sicilian history to the influence of underwear. And the same level of diversity could be found whether you were in the mood for music, theatre, good food, or late night fun. There was something for everyone, and no matter your plans - or lack of plans - you never quite knew what you were going to find, or who might find you.



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[just_hex]

He thought on that a moment, then nodded.

"I reckon I can. Once I explain to Danny how I'm alright again. And Stanley, too. Think he'll take it alright if I tell him a fairy touched me?" he asked, just a bit sarcastically.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'd prefer if you didn't tell anyone about Winter," Fin said quietly. "Perhaps just a small fib about healing faster than expected..."

[just_hex]

"Fin, we both know this is all but a miracle. Magic, miracles, all the same. You know I can't let anyone know. I can go back to the gym, but work and videos is right out...and I won't tell Danny what really happened. I'll make something up. He already thinks I'm nutters," he replied.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"And what about the drinking?" Fin asked, reaching over to stroke Hex's hair.

[just_hex]

It was Fin's gentle touch that reached in through the buzz of the beer and made him calm and more centered.

"What about it?" he asked, though not hostile as he'd been.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Maybe just slow down a bit," Fin suggested gently. "Just until you're certain that you're not slipping into bad habits."

[just_hex]

"I'm not out of control, Fin. I know me limits, alright? I know. But I'm fine. Please don't worry. I'm good, yeah?" he said, giving the other man a heartbreakingly sweet smile as he patted his leg.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I can't help but worry," Fin sighed, stroking Hex's hair again, then shaking his head.

"I love you, I just want you to be happy and well."

[just_hex]

"I love you, too, Fin. Look...I'm happy, yeah? ANd I'm sorry I was a twat. I was just having some fun with Winter. First fun I've had since...Well, since I got shot," he said, reaching to take hold of Fin's hand and bring it to his lips to kiss his fingers affectionately.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin sighed. He didn't have it in him to be cross with Hex, and he nodded a little.

"Alright, alright. Look, I'll call you an Uber, my treat. Have your tea in the meantime. It'll make me feel better if you do."

[just_hex]

The fight had left him. Maybe he could be a complete arse with other people, but not with someone like Fin. His best mate. A man he loved so very much in the best possible way. He'd never had a brother, but if he had...well, they probably wouldn't get on as well as he and Fin did.

"Alright. Tea. But let me pay for me own ride. Winter didn't even let me spring for pizza. He said he has an account," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Yes, his favourite account, my credit card," Fin snorted. "And no, I insist," he said firmly. "My treat. You can pay me back some other way in the future."

[just_hex]

"You're to good to me," he replied. Hex moved then so he could face Fin and he hugged him, careful not to be a brute about it.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You're my best friend, Hex. I don't think I could ever be anything else to you, no matter what," Fin admitted, returning the embrace and kissing Hex's cheek.

[just_hex]

Hex held on for another long moment before he let go. He turned away quickly so Fin wouldn't see his eyes were a bit damp.

"How about that tea?" he said and reached for the pot. Maybe tea was what he needed. Maybe he should stick to tea from now on.