londoncallingrpg | OTA - Good as New?

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OTA - Good as New?

Less than three hours ago Tevaughn had come crashing into his life. He should have been reeling from it still, and yet- No, not so much. If anything, the world seemed a bit more stable now. Things that had seemed strange or unexplained now made sense. The troubles of his past had a new context, and Fin- Fin found himself feeling more like himself than he had ever had before.

He was no longer cold, and though his heart was still filigree and enchanted, it no longer beat at random- It was steady, rhythmic and calm. The hate in his gut had been destroyed, and all seemed well. ...Everything had a price though, and this time the price had been something he was supposed to have surrendered a long time ago. Finlay Flynn was no longer mortal, undead or otherwise. Finlay Flynn was fae. Had always been fae- Only lost, then damaged, then nearly destroyed.

His skin was warm to the touch now, though it was still ever so faintly blue in certain lights, as were the whites of his eyes. He seemed taller now too, as though his bones had been stretched out slightly, everything sharper, less delicate.

The strangest thing, however, was the buzzing feeling in his blood. Magic, Tevaughn had said. Too weak now to do anything, but something that would grow in time. It might take weeks, possibly years, to come through, but- It was there. It was there, and it felt- It felt wonderful. It was like having something returned to him that he'd never even known he'd lost.

He knew he ought to go directly to Will, to hunt him down and tell him everything he'd missed- But for the first time in years, everything in the world just felt right, and Fin found himself sitting outside a cafe instead. No cigarette in hand, no pills or poisons, just a cup of coffee and an understanding that the world as he knew it was about to change quite drastically.

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When Fin pulled away Will found his arms empty and his lips growing cold. He didn't have time to lament, though, because the baker came back with their cake in a tidy box. Willy paid and then escorted Fin out to the street.

"I need to get you home," he said. "Before I get arrested for indecency."

It was such a beautiful day, he thought. The sun was out, the birds were lively, and Fin, his own true heart, was well and whole and magic. Danger be damned, he would enjoy this moment.

"Oh, that would be an adventure, bailing you out of jail," Fin teased.

"Bail? You would not orchestrate a break out?" he shot back, his eyes twinkling and smile bright. "Very well. I will be on my best behaviour until we are home."

"Absolutely not, we have to set an example for the children," Fin quipped, leaning over to kiss will's cheek as they walked.

He felt so light, so free... This was a good thing. It had to be. ...This time it had to be good.

They were nearly home when Willy looked over at Fin, thinking of just how much he loved him, when there was a scratching sound, iron scraping concrete, from the shadow of the alley where the garbage bins stood. Willy stopped and looked into the darkness there and moved himself in front of Fin.

"Get inside," he said, backing up toward the door of the building. There were too many passers-by for him to go on the offensive, so he watched for teeth, watched for eyes, and ushered Fin inside where they'd be safer.

Fin let himself be ushered in, though he did try to look past Will to see what he'd seen.

"What? What was it?" he asked once they were both inside.

"I do not know, nor do I want to. Something that bears us no goodwill, I should think," Willy replied. He made sure the door to the building was shut tight and then took Fin to the lift.

"Just as we were speaking of...I think Tevaughn was right to warn you. Your magic is weak, yet you and I together represent a force. And with you an heir to Tevaughn's line we will be beset." He paused to let that sink in. "It may be best if we were to leave London for a while. We could go to South Carolina. To the mountains. I have kin there..."

"No. No, Will, I'm not running. They're going to come no matter what, so let them. We'll deal with things as needed when we must," Fin said softly.

"Very well, my love. Then we will stand and stay and hold fast to our home. Perhaps you should take this," he said, pulling a dagger very carefully from his pocket.

"It is cold iron. Do not cut yourself for you may not heal. It will deliver a deadly wound to any of our kith and kin. And if it does not kill them...the wound may never heal."

"No. Keep it, I'll get my own, Will. I promise," Fin said gently. "I'll need something more discreet than that anyway."

Willy took a breath and exhaled slowly.

"Be quick about it," he said. "Until I am certain you can defend yourself you shall have myself or the Phouka at your side. He may be free, but...I think he needs to feel a purpose. Do you agree?"

"Alright, alright, but- Will, don't go looking for a battle. For all we know nothing will come of this. At the very least, it's not going to come tomorrow. It's all so new still. just... Be calm about all this. Don't start picking fights," Fin sighed.

"Ah, Finlay," Willy smiled, stroking the man's cheek. "I never go looking for a fight. I only prefer to be prepared for when someone brings the fight to me. Be assured I will not seek danger."

"Better not," Fin scolded playfully, pushing up onto his toes to steal a kiss.

Willy was quickly distracted from any thought of violence when Fin kissed him. He slipped his arms around him to pull him close and linger at his lips.

"I can feel it in your blood," he whispered. "Can you feel it? When we are close?"

"Yes," Fin whispered. "It's like its singing to yours. My whole body just wants to be near you. More so than usual, even," he confessed.

The fae moved in to kiss him again but the lift came to a stop and the doors dinged open. Admitting to a temporary defeat, Willy backed away from Fin so the pair could get into the privacy of their flat.

And he had a dark thought that if Winter or Phouka disturbed them he may have to do something unpleasant.

Fin followed, pausing at Winter and Phouka's door- Wondering if he should speak to them, before deciding to simply follow Will into their flat.

"Today's been so odd, I half expected to come home only to find it had all been a dream..."

But there was the stain, dark and unmistakable.

"I think you think that a lot, my love," Willy chuckled. "But these are not dreams. Not my love, not your heart, nor even this today. I believe all your dreams are given to your art. You life is terribly grounded in reality."

Granted, it was the most fantastic of realities. Everyday mortals did not know faeries, and if they did they never realized it. Everyday mortals didn't make their home with a prince, nor were they often tormented by an energetic pixie. Fin's life was charmed in many ways, but he was not lucky enough for this to all be a dream.

"What a lovely reality it is then, if it features you so prominently," Fin said with a soft smile. "How lucky I am, Will, to have you. To have all this."

"And you have done it all yourself," Willy said. "You made a wish and I kept my bargain, but everything from there has been your doing. And now we shall have a long and happy life together. I do not doubt it a bit," he said as he pulled Fin into his arms again.

Winding himself around his prince, Fin could only smile.

"The longest, the happiest," Fin agreed. "Things feel so right, don't they? They feel so right now..."

"Yes" he agreed with a nod. With Fin holding on he began to move them toward the bedroom. The cake was hastily discarded on the table so he could touch Fin more and steal kiss after kiss as they moved.

Fin followed eagerly, refusing to break contact as they moved to the bedroom.

"I love you," he said. "God, I- I love you so bloody much Will. Never leave me, say it- Promise me. Promise you'll always be mine," he begged softly.

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"I will always be yours," he said without hesitating even a heartbeat. "I love you. More than love you. You are my heart and life. No matter what happens, I will be yours forever."

He stopped touching Fin long enough to shut the door, then he was on him again, tasting and touching and breathing in the intoxicating scent he had missed so terribly.

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