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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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[wispofathing]

She felt the music more than heard it, calling out to her blood and the magic that flowed in it. Curnen had met a few fae in London already, but it didn't take long for her to realize that this one was new to her, and in more ways that one. She'd never felt something like him before.

So of course she had to come over and see. If she kept her distance at first, it was mostly to indicate to the dog that she didn't mean any harm.

She watched quietly, looking at his fingering and feeling the trepidation all through him. Beginner.

"Ain't gonna do your voice no favors, smokin' those," she said rather than a more normal introduction when he stopped to start over.

[phouka]

The Phouka was out enjoying the day, the last gasp of summer, and he heard the music. He recognized Fin's voice the moment he began to sing and he nearly began to run to see the man. He was panting a bit when he got there but he waited patiently for Fin to finish before he applauded.

"Very lovely, my friend," he said warmly. Keats was on his feet and sniffing the Phouka and licking his hands. "It is so good to see you, Finlay."

[akatawitch]

Sunny hadn't meant to stop. Fin looked like he was busy, and she'd been so angry the last time they'd spoken. It left her feeling... it wasn't ashamed exactly. Guilty, maybe. She'd had no way of knowing. Now she did.

And then he stumbled and started over, and the word just fell out of her mouth. "Hey."

[drfeelbad]

House wasn't looking for Fin, and he didn't spend much time in the park. But his leg had started hurting while he was riding his bike, so he'd stopped driving and sat down on a park bench for Vicodin and a break from the uncomfortable position of riding.

The (not very good) guitar music came from being him, and he scowled as he turned around. He could just barely make out the figure by the tree, but it was just enough to think he recognized him. So he grabbed his cane, got up, limped over to him.

When he verified that it was indeed Fin, wearing dark glasses now, he said, "It's really too bad you can't see my reaction to your playing."

[whispersoflove]

"May I interrupt?" a quiet voice asked, the voice of an angel who was happy to chance upon Fin in the park. "I've been wanting to find you."