OTA - Good as New?

[prince_of_nymphs]

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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[prince_of_nymphs]

"It wasn't intentional," Fin assured him, holding up a hand in apology. "I don't even know if I'm able to make deals, it just sort of slipped out."

[kersen]

Kersen's reaction was caused largely by the memory of what Willy had done to him. He was wary of fae, very much so now, and he didn't like that he'd have to be wary of Fin the same way.

"I wouldn't drink from you in exchange for something anyway," he murmured, looking away from Fin's hand. "I only do that when someone wants me to."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Must worry you a bit though, magic in the blood. What if it's dangerous," Fin pointed out.

[kersen]

"Only in that it can be addictive," Kersen said. "I've tasted fae before, though it's been a very long time."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Surely it's not all the same though," Fin replied, frowning thoughtfully and scratching at the slight stubble on his jaw.

[kersen]

"No," said Kersen. "Perhaps not. Just like vampire bites aren't the same. Have you ever been bitten? When you were human maybe?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin shook his head no, then sipped his coffee again.

[kersen]

"Ah," said Kersen, and looked as if perhaps he was going to say something else, but then didn't.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What?" Fin pressed, eyeing Kersen curiously.

[kersen]

After a second, Kersen shrugged. "Should your curiosity overwhelm you, let me know."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin watched him, those pale, hazel green eyes always observing, even now.

This had little to do with his curiosity, he was sure of it. Kersen had been the one to stare, the one drawn in by his scent.

Fin wanted to be wanted, always, but it felt even better now than before.

'I'll keep that in mind," he said, deliberately tilting his head to expose more of his neck.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with wanting, Kersen. Nothing wrong with a little desire. It would be just as appropriate and proper if your curiosity was overwhelming, and you were to ask for a taste. So long as you understood no meant no, and stop meant stop- You'd very likely get a yes."

But he wanted Kersen to ask for it. He wanted to feel that thrill of being wanted.

[kersen]

Kersen's gaze wandered over the artery on Fin's neck. He should really just say no thank you. Just as he'd done with the puck. But why did he so insist on denying himself? Eric certainly wouldn't.

"All right," he said after a long moment, his voice soft. "But you're right, it isn't curiosity, it's desire."

[prince_of_nymphs]

That was what he wanted to hear, and Fin offered a pleased little smile.

"So ask," he replied, finishing his coffee and crossing his legs as he turned in his seat to face Kersen full on.

[kersen]

Kersen's gaze moved from Fin's neck to his mouth, then finally up to his eyes.

He reached out and laid a hand on Fin's knee. His nails were perfectly manicured, and painted dark teal.

"Fin. Can I drink from you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin leaned in closer, tilting his head as he spoke, his lips almost brushing the shell of Kersen's ear.

"Yes," he said simply, before drawing away.

[kersen]

Kersen swallowed. Fin smelled even better when he leaned in like that.

"... now?" he asked.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Picking his phone up off the table, Fin checked the time. He really ought to go speak with Will first. Besides, he liked the idea of making Kersen wait. The slow build of anticipation would be delicious.

"What time does your club close tonight?" he asked.

[kersen]

"Three," said Kersen, somewhat reluctantly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Perfect," Fin purred. "I'll come by your office just before close then," he decided.

[kersen]

Kersen looked at him for a moment, and knew exactly what he was doing. Fin wanted to make him wait. Wanted to stoke his desire. He supposed, under the circumstances, he shouldn't complain about that.

"All right then," he said. "I'll pull out some good scotch then."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Lovely, I'll look forward to it," Fin grinned, kissing the air on either side of the vampire's cheeks before getting to his feet. "Enjoy your evening, Kersen. I'll see you later."