londoncallingrpg | 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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From:

prince_of_nymphs

"I think so. I feel something in my blood, something akin to what I feel when Will uses his magic. However, Tevaughn said it could take quite a long time before my magic properly manifests. It's there, but- I don't have any control over it, and I don't think it's terribly strong yet. Maybe it never will be., I don't know," Fin admitted. "As for crossing over, I've been to Will's world a few times- I'm not eager to return."

From:

jageskro

"Phouka didn't make it sound that bad," Jag answered with a frown.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"If you ask Will or Winter they'll assure you it's paradise- Right up until the moment you're there and something's trying to eat you," Fin replied dryly.

From:

jageskro

Jag wrinkled his nose. "That doesn't sound like paradise to me."

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"Don't get me wrong, it's beautiful. It's... It's dream like, Jag. It's just dangerous, especially for mortals it seems," Fin admitted.

From:

jageskro

"Still," Jag pursed his lips. "I'll take less beauty and less mortal danger."

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"Good, you'll be better off for it, I'm certain," Fin replied.

From:

jageskro

"But if you ever need help - a little fire?" Jag had to offer. "You know where to find me, yeah?"

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"Of course," Fin promised, smiling, bright and warm as he leaned back in his seat.

"There's no one else who's flame burns as bright as yours, Jag."

From:

jageskro

"I don't know, mate, I've met a dragon," Jag answered with a soft chuckle. "I wouldn't be surprised if she did."

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin chuckled, then shrugged. "Until proven wrong, I think I'll stick with you, Jag."

From:

jageskro

"Good call," Jag stated with a grin. "I bet she can't do the shit I can with fire. Just breathe it out." Big deal; he could do that too, or make it look that way, at least. ...maybe he could actually breathe it out, come to think of it. He'd never tried it that way, and didn't see the point.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"You're remarkable with your flames," Fin replied softly, his praise genuine. "You're a master of your power, in my opinion, Jag."

From:

jageskro

"I'm a master of street performance, anyway," Jag agreed with a small smile that said he was actually, for once, accepting a bloody compliment. But only because it was about his fire, and he was bloody proud of his fire.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"How often do you change your act?" Fin asked curiously, looking for a reason to take the focus off himself for a moment.

From:

jageskro

"Whenever the mood strikes," Jag answered, "sometimes on the spot. You've got to know how to read a crowd, if you want to make it work."

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"Are there things you never do though? Things you wish you could, but know would draw too much attention?" Fin asked curiously.

It wasn't unusual at all for the actor to go off on a tangent or to try and get others to talk to him about things one might not assume he'd be terribly interested in. It was in Fin's nature to be curious about everything and everyone around him. ...Especially when he was sober.

From:

jageskro

"Oh, I don't do half as much in the street as I can get away with at the circus," Jag answered with a quick smile, playing with his spoon. "Pretending we have great pyrotechnics. Here it's more small stuff. Once in a while I do something I probably shouldn't, when I feel it, but as long as it's just this one thing and it's not too often... I've got away with the odd fire bird, you know? Just, small ones."

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin smiled and nodded once.

"Do you miss the circus?" he asked softly. "I imagine that's a very different life."

From:

jageskro

"I was glad to go back for Christmas, even just for a few days," Jag stated, his tone clearly fond. "But I found some things, settling in one place, I couldn't have found on the road." Em, Val, and Fin sprang to mind.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

"No, I suppose not- Though there's something very romantic about the idea of always being on the move," Fin sighed. "I imagine it wouldn't suit me though, even if it's a lovely daydream. I'm too much a creature of comfort."