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[prince_of_nymphs]

He wasn't terribly musical, if he was honest. He could sing, and he'd written lyrics for Will in the past, but when it came to instruments, he knew little. His piano was poor, his attempts at drumming when he was younger had been a failure, but he could play a bit on the guitar. It was a skill he was attempting to improve as he sat beneath a tree in the park, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he strummed to himself.

Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, and Keats lay nearby, keeping watch as much as he was keeping Fin company. A few stray chords settled into a familiar song, and Fin hummed a bit before removing the cigarette from his lips and starting to sing.

"The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us. Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up... And you will go to Mykonos, with a vision of a gentle coast, and a sun to maybe dissipate. Shadows of the mess you made..."

He fumbled a bit, swearing under his breath as he strummed a bit more, jumping ahead in the song.

"I remember how they took you down, as the winter turned the meadow brown. You go, wherever you go today..."

He made it through the rest of the verse before fumbling again and starting over, pausing to stub out his cigarette and give it a proper try this time.

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[prince_of_nymphs]

"Well, you are quite, you know, unexpected. I can't speak for Pippa, but I've never been very religious. Learning about angels is a bit jarring for someone who doesn't believe in god," Fin admitted.

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled. "I'm still honestly not sure whether it is the believers, or the non-believers, who tend to have more questions for me."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin, personally, preferred to avoid it all together. He didn't want to insult Anael by saying what he thought, and he didn't like to just assume he was right either- So he let it be. It was easier that way.

"Either way, it must get exhausting."

[whispersoflove]

"What must be?" Anael asked, unsure what he meant.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Answering all the questions," Fin replied.

[whispersoflove]

"Oh! Not really, no," Anael answered, after considering it for a beat. "I'm always asking people all sorts of questions. It would be rich of me not to be willing to answer them." When he decided to reveal who he was, in any case. "It's not them I mind, it's when people start treating me differently."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"How so?" Fin asked, curious as to how Anael might be treated.

[whispersoflove]

"Well, there's all kinds," Anael answered. "Fortunately, it's been a long time since anyone's prostrated themselves before me, but..." He shrugged. "They think they can't talk to me as they used to. That I'll judge them. Or there's the opposite reaction, and they go out of their way to try and shock me." Those were usually the ones who were angry with God.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin nodded a little in understanding, rubbing at his freshly shaven jawline before speaking again.

"I suppose it's to be expected, on some level. I mean, you are openly connecting yourself to something much larger than just you. You connect yourself to god, and you in turn connect yourself to the beliefs and troubles connected to that god. ...For some people that must be a lot to take in."

For Fin, not so much. He had theories and thoughts about Anael, but liked the other creature far too much to ever bring them up. Challenging Anael's beliefs would be as insulting as Anael challenging his. It was a line he had no interest in crossing.

[whispersoflove]

Anael nodded his agreement. "That's why I tend not to tell people. I don't like lying, but..." He shrugged. "I don't want to interfere with their relationship to God, not unless we become close enough that I've got to tell them the truth." Even when that relationship was stormy at best. Inexistant at worst.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"But you've had no issues recently, have you?" Fin asked.

[whispersoflove]

"No case of worship or rejection, no," Anael answered, after briefly wondering what 'recently' might mean to Fin.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"That's good then. ...Well, unless you enjoy being worshiped," he added with a faint smile.

[whispersoflove]

"I'd rather be loved, really," Anael answered, his warm smile audible in his voice.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin only hummed and nodded, sidestepping that topic as well.

[whispersoflove]

"But I've stopped you in your music," Anael went on with a smile. "Please, go on, if you don't mind my listening." Coby had certainly renewed his interest in music.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't think you stopped anything but a racket," Fin snorted, plucking at the strings again, then starting to strum. "I'm honestly not very good yet. Not sure I'll ever be."

[whispersoflove]

"I wish that I could help, but music was never my gift," Anael replied, his voice warm with the thought of Coby, of Shamsiel, and of all that he had known in between them.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't even know if I want help," Fin admitted. "I think I'm just... I don't know, searching for a new way to exist now that acting's sort of off the table."

[whispersoflove]

"Has it been very long?" Anael asked curiously. Time did not quite mean the same thing to him, but he was still interested in the answer.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No," Fin said quietly. "Not really. It's a recent development."

[whispersoflove]

"Then I'd suggest giving yourself some time before attempting to figure anything out, if you can," Anael stated gently. Even angels needed some time when changes came upon them - especially angels, maybe, due to how rarely changes did.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I need to do something," Fin said softly. "I feel like I'll go mad if I don't keep myself occupied."

[whispersoflove]

That was something altogether different, and Anael made a soft hum of acknowledgement as he nodded. "There are much worse ways of keeping busy than turning to music."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I know, I've explored a few of the less healthy ways as well," Fin admitted, strumming again, then sighing and slumping against the tree.