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Foxy - OTA

There were still no textbooks or youtube videos on how to fairy, and so Fin was still learning by doing. Sometimes he would do his best to focus on something, like reviving wilted flowers or forcing the wrinkles out of his bed sheets. Other times he'd try slightly harder things, like changing an item into another item- Something he hadn't yet mastered, but at least had a grasp on the basics now.

He played with elements, toyed with using his magic to tidy up or take notes for him. Nothing huge, nothing grand. It was a slow build after all.

Occasionally, however, he let his magic lead. It was a part of him, yes, but just as his mind was prone to wandering and building worlds for him to jot down on paper, his magic had a tendency to- Create. An extension of his imagination, he assumed, and he often let it lead as he created small items from ice, or even repainted a whole room with idle thoughts. It was remarkable, the things he could do with little more than a spare thought and a vague grasp on his powers. Will was right, he was powerful. He understood now why the other fae had feared them.

Today he was simply laying on the sofa, a pen taking notes by itself on a pad of paper nearby while he drew random patterns in the air with the tip of his finger. He was working on a pitch for a mini series, something prompted by a friend at the network, but his mind was dancing between ideas, and his magic was, for a lack of a better word, getting a bit bored it seemed. Or, perhaps he was bored and just didn't want to admit it.

The pen slowed, then stopped, and Fin closed his eyes as he sighed softly.

"Perhaps I should leave this all behind, go live in the woods on the Other Side, to be a wild thing like my kin," he mused. "You could come, if you like," he told Keats, opening one eye and looking over at the German Sheppard. The dog simply yawned though, then settled back in to finish his nap.

"No? Alright then. I'll just live alone then. Or, perhaps I'll live with Winter's pixie friends," he joked, smiling as his mind wandered to thoughts of thick forest like areas, wild flowers and strange stones. The many wonders of the world that was apparently his true home. The memories of his brief time there made his magic long for it- Or, again, perhaps it was just him. His secret desires, the needs of his blood. Whatever it was, it was powerful, and as Fin slowly got to his feet and headed for the private rooftop garden for a smoke, he felt something shift inside of him- Then outside.

It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, yes, he was suddenly small and a touch fluffy, but the sudden shift from human to fox had been painless- Pleasant, even. So much so that Fin had simply gone along with it. It was just more of his magic after all, harmless enough it seemed... At first.

Three hours later, and Fin was still a fluffed up white fox. He'd managed to get back inside the flat, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to make himself human again. He was sure part of that was due to how worked up he'd gotten himself when his first attempt had failed, but now- Now he couldn't seem to calm down at all.

He'd gone looking for Will first, but the other fae was clearly out, and using a phone as a fox was a lost cause. Even if he could have dialled a number, he was struggling to speak. All he managed were some odd purrs and sharp sounds. Nothing intelligible. Clearly he would have to seek out help elsewhere. ...Perhaps Phouka and Winter might help, though they were quite a way away, and he really didn't think any Uber driver in their right mid would pick him up.

Well, a walk wouldn't be so bad. ...Not if he stayed hidden, right?

He'd barely made it three blocks before he'd been spotted, and he was currently cowering in an alley while a rather large and unpleasant man was attempting to whack him with the blunt end of a broom.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought, unaware that anyone passing by with magic ability or sensitivities could hear him loud and clear.

(OTA. I was going to put this up on Thanksgiving since I'm off all day, but figured there was no harm in tossing it up early. ^_^ If you think your pup could hear Fin's magic telepathic chatter, be my guest. Or if you just want to save a fluffy fox, feel free! As always, late tags and slowtime are welcome.)

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Felix had been on his way to see if Finlay was about, since he'd been in the area and he supposed he oughtn't avoid the seemingly inevitable Magic Talk forever. It hadn't occurred to him to ring first, of course. According to his phone's map, he was nearly there, when he very clearly heard Finlay's voice cursing in rapid succession.

With a frown, he turned toward the sound, pausing at the break between buildings. All he saw was a rather intimidating fellow -- certainly not Finlay -- threatening something small and white with a cleaning implement. Felix flicked his fingers, and quite suddenly, the man with the broom was beset by what looked like a horde of tiny green fireflies swarming around his face and getting in his eyes.

: Run : Felix thought crisply, without being fully certain that he'd be heard. He hadn't used thought-speech in many, many years, and he wasn't even sure he could still do it.

Was that Felix? It sounded like Felix... Bewildered, it took Fin a beat longer than it should have before he followed the Wizard's command, taking off and weaving between his attacker's feet as he rushed towards the road- Before skittering to a halt at Felix's feet instead.

Unaware the wizard could hear him, he fluffed up a bit as he looked up hopefully.

Pick me up. I'm fluffy, pick me up Felix. ...Come on. Just this once, don't be a difficult bastard, he thought- Oblivious that he could be heard just fine by those likely to listen.

The man in the alley was still swatting at the swarm of witchlights obscuring his vision when the white fox came bounding toward Felix. The wizard almost stepped back -- what was a fox doing in the middle of the city? -- before he realized that the voice was coming from the little animal.

Instantly, Felix's brows drew down and he frowned at the beast. : Just this once? : came very clearly, and very tartly, in Felix's voice. His frown did not flicker in order to speak.

Then, with a huff, Felix bent down and muttered, unnecessarily, "There you are," and picked the fox up with both hands around its middle.

You can hear me? Fin asked, ears wiggling a little. Perfect, you can take me home.

His tail flicked, and he made a small purring sort of sound.

Was Finlay actually the fox? Or was Felix being played somehow? The wizard glanced down the alley, and decided to get a few steps away before he let the witchlights dissipate. He tucked the white fox into the crook of one arm like a bag of groceries, and kept his other hand on its ruff to keep it from squirming away.

Now he probably looked like a madman, striding down the street with an Arctic fox in his arms. Good thing Felix was accustomed to stares.

:Clearly. I'm not about to appear even more insane my speaking out loud to you. How in the hell did you end up inside a fox?: One unfortunate effect of the thought-speech was that Felix could not keep up as long a stream of thought as he could of physical speech. He couldn't think in paragraphs.

Fin really didn't like being carried this way, and his tail twitched in annoyance, whacking Felix's side with agitated little flicks as he let out a whine and attempted to nip at the wizard. There was no dignity at all in being held like some kind of feral kitten or, more like, a sack of sentient potatoes.

I'm not inside a fox, I am the fox, Fin huffed, attempting to squirm. Stop scruffing me like a poorly behaved dog, and- Oh, what's that? Something smells good, he said, sniffing the air and looking around.

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Felix struggled with the fox -- Fin? -- squirming and biting at his arms, shifting the creature as best he could and frowning at the small white hairs now clinging to his burgundy autumn coat. This sort of magic was absolute anathema to Cabalines, but for Fae it wasn't unusual to change form, Felix suspected. Winter and Phouka did it all the time, didn't they? Even Willy Silver changed his face and body.

Eventually, Felix managed to get one more supportive arm under the fuzzy little fox-body to cradle him more securely, but he was quickly interrupted by the dart of a curious fox-nose. :I don't have the foggiest. I don't smell anything. Would you please hold still.:

That was better, and Fin seemed to still and calm a bit as he settled in.

I can smell meat. Sausage, bacon... I'm famished, Fin complained, letting out a soft whine and bumping his small and pointy head dramatically against Felix's chest. I've been stuck like this for hours. I'm going to starve to death Felix. I need food. Food, food, food, food, food...

For a moment he was more fox than fae, thinking with his belly rather than his brain.

This was why Felix did not have pets. Or children. Or acquaintances with too many needs. He tried to wince away from the desperate chant in his mind, but there was no escaping thought-speech unless he walked away. That seemed too cruel even for Felix, with Finlay in such a state.

:You aren't starving. You have a small body and a higher metabolism, that's all.: Felix paused, glancing around, and attempting to put a hand on the back of Fin's neck to get him to stop nudging. Maybe he smelled that cafe nearby?

:If I put you down get you some sausage, will you stay put and settle down?:

Fin went still, then nodded as calmly as he could.

Yes, yes, I can be still. I'm just hungry. Famished. I can be still though.

Sighing, Felix found a spot by the rail around the cafe's outdoor seating area, and crouched down to place Finlay on the pavement beside some landscaping. :Bite anyone who tries to pick you up... though I wouldn't be surprised if I return to you surrounded by girls with mobile cameras.:

Felix stood up, giving Fin an awkward little pat on the head. :I'll be back directly: he promised, still frowning.

Yes, good, I'll wait here, Fin promised, sitting primly with his paws together and purring at the pat.

Felix cast him another dubious glance, and then strode off as quickly as he could inside the cafe. Why he was obeying the demands of a transfigured fae prince, he didn't have the first clue. He had to admit, the white fox was... cute. Felix was typically not swayed by things that were cute. As he approached the counter in the cafe, he carefully wiped the frown off his face, and turned on his charm once again.

About ten minutes later, Felix emerged again, with a cardboard carton full of several orders of sausages, and a white lidded cup of coffee for himself. Weaving carefully around the other patrons, he made his way back to where he'd left Fin.

There were two girls taking photos of him, but the moment Fin saw Felix he trotted over to him, sitting at his feet and looking up. See? He was good, he'd stayed. He was an excellent fox.

Food? Food, I can smell it, he said, pushing up onto his back legs so he could sniff the carton. Mine. Give it.

His thoughts became so simplistic that it was jarring, and he shook his fur out with a huff as he attempted to find his common sense.

That is, I mean...Thank you, Felix.

The way that Felix smiled at the young girls was enough to convince them not to chase the white fox and be content with the photos they'd taken. Quickly, though, he was distracted by Fin's change in tone and thought-patterns, and frowned down at him.

:All right, all right, it's yours.: Felix crouched again and opened the container, setting it on the ground beside Fin so he could eat. People were looking at them oddly, but at least a fox didn't look too different from a dog, and Felix might simply be a very indulgent pet owner. :Finlay, I'm somewhat concerned about your state of mind. How long have you been transformed?:

Hours, Fin replied, pinching a sausage and holding it between his paws as he savaged it with tiny pointy teeth.

Don't even know how I became a fox, but couldn't change back. ...Tried though. Tried to think about being human, tried to focus.

The sausage didn't last long at all, and he took another, clearly not thinking about his dignity or anything else as he shook it like prey and then chomped down hard.

I thought I could reach Winter and Phouka for help, but they're too far. Need to get home and wait for Will. He'll fix it.

Felix waited, drinking his coffee and pretending to toy with his phone while Fin ate. Really, though, his attention was entirely on the white fox devouring sausages near his ankles. :You don't sound as if you're able to focus long enough for something like that,: he observed. :I should be able to return you to your flat, at least. We don't do transformative magic. Can't help you there.:

Yes? Good. Home. Home, home, home, Fin chanted, finishing his sausage and then trotting over to Felix and nuzzling his hand.

Pet me. Pets, pets, pets, he rumbled, rubbing against the other man and then nipping at him gently.

Finlay was not so demanding in human form, Felix thought privately. Or perhaps he was, just in a different way. "Biting isn't the way to encourage me," he informed the fox with a small -- now perpetual -- frown. Still, he sighed and bent down to awkwardly smooth down the fur on the fox's head.

Fin rumbled as he leaned into the stroke.

Sorry. ...Sorry, biting just- Happens. Lots of biting.

:Is this a vulpine sign of affection?: Felix asked dryly, not really believing it even as he inquired. He did his best to gentle his hand and stroke more carefully, though he felt quite out of place doing so.

Yes. Like you, like pets, Fin decided, rumbling to himself and actively trying not to nip at Felix again. He needed to calm down and focus.

Shaking his fur out a bit, he grew serious as he sat a bit more primly and stopped purring.

There are too many distractions out here, I need you to take me back to my flat. The door's never locked, we can go right in. Maybe there I'll be able to focus.

Felix rather preferred a fox who acted like he expected Fin to act. The little fluffy creature was distressingly adorable, and Felix did not want to start warming up to its cuteness. Who knew what sort of disaster that might portend?

And now he had a cup of coffee to deal with as well as a... pet.

Sighing, Felix set his cup on an empty table briefly, and bent down to scoop the fox up again. He found a somewhat more comfortable hold this time, though he kept glancing away as if embarrassed. :I don't have the slightest idea what I'm doing. Warn me before I... I don't know, break you.:

I'm fine, Felix, Fin promised, realising this was likely the closest he'd ever physically get to the wizard, and taking just a bit of advantage of it as he rested against him and let out a happy little rumble of a sound. He smelled nice, and Fin wriggled a tiny bit closer before going still and settling in.

Do you know the way?

Fin in one arm, coffee in the other hand, Felix set out for the sidewalk again, heading in the direction he thought he'd been going before. :My... phone does.: Which was currently in his pocket, and both of his hands were occupied. He frowned. :Do you?:

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