londoncallingrpg | Foxy

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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From:

prince_of_nymphs

I didn't! It just... Well, happened. I was going outside for a cigarette, and then suddenly I was small and fluffy- And hungry. Do foxes eat a lot? he asked, huffing again and nipping at her hand without really meaning to.

From:

wispofathing

Curnen didn't mind the nipping, though. "It's more not knowing when you're next gonna eat, I think..." she answered, half lost in musing as she considered the question.

But she shook her head. "Power goes where intention flows. What were you thinking about?"

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin was silent for a moment, still nipping gently at her thumb as his tail flicked a little.

Running away, he admitted after a moment. Not seriously, it was just a little fantasy I'd cooked up- A daydream of living on The Other Side.

From:

wispofathing

"Hm..." Curnen mused. She nodded at a building they were approaching. "That one, right?"

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Perking up, the fox seemed to nod a little.

Yes, this is it. Take the lift all the way to the top. The door's unlocked- It's always unlocked, he confessed.

From:

wispofathing

"That don't sound like a good idea," Curnen laughed. She went quiet, though, as she entered the building, all too aware that she didn't much belong and she didn't want to draw undue attention. It wasn't until she was in the elevator that she relaxed again.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

The moment the lift doors shut Fin wiggled free, hopping down onto the floor and shaking out his fur.

maybe Will's home now. He can fix this. ...Or maybe he'll be out all night. Then I'll be stuck like this. Who will feed me? I can't order take out like a fox.

Letting out a whine, the fox lay down and flopped onto its side.

From:

wispofathing

Curnen tried not to be disappointed when Fin wriggled out of her arms. "We can always call him if things get desperate," she said, squatting down to rub Fin's belly. "And otherwise, I promise I can feed you."

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Two paws caught her hand, and he bit down again, unable to control himself and only snapping out of it when the lift doors slid open.

Home. Food.

scrambling to his feet, Fin trotted along the hall and then pounced at the door.

In, in, in, in, in.

This was silly, and he shook his fur out again, as though trying to snap out of it. Was this how Phouka felt when he changed? No wonder he was so keen on going to the park with him and Keats.

From:

wispofathing

Before Curnen could quite think about what she was doing, she followed him on all fours, scampering along easily despite the fact that her human-shaped frame was not made to move in this way.

She didn't realize that that was what she'd done until they came to his door, which she then stood and opened. She lingered in the doorway a moment to take a steadying breath.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin looked up at her, then rubbed against her leg before trotting off to the kitchen and pawing at the fridge- His fluffy woes forgotten in favour of food.

Open this, he told her, sounding a touch demanding. There's leftover bacon, already cooked. I want it. ...We can share, he added belatedly, glancing over at her.

From:

wispofathing

The rub of fur against her legs snapped Curnen out of her reverie and she slipped out of her shoes at the door before following Fin into the kitchen.

"You sound a lot like Winter right now," she teased him, though she opened the fridge to look around for the bacon.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin huffed, looking insulted, then fluffed his tail out.

I'm just hungry, he sulked, This body needs more calories than you'd think.

From:

wispofathing

"Yes, I know," she assured him. She found the bacon and held out a strip for him to take. They had a better chance of fixing this if he wasn't hungry.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Standing on his back legs, Fin pinched the strip and trotted off, curling up with it and happily chewing on the strip of meat.

From:

wispofathing

Curnen burst into a fit of giggles and grabbed a couple more strips before she put the plate back, chewing on one of them herself as she settled next to Fin.

She held out another strip in wordless offering for him to take while her own dangled from her teeth. One was never enough.

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin bounced a little, taking the strip and shaking it a bit before holding it between his paws and ripping a bit off.

Bacon is amazing, why do I ever eat anything else? Fin asked, rumbling happily.

From:

wispofathing

"Pretty sure that way lies constipation," Curnen quipped. "But yeah, bacon is pretty awesome."

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin made a happy sound and finished his strip, letting out a low rumble once it was gone and then moving to sit on her lap.

More? he asked, looking hopeful, white paws primly together as they pressed into her knee.

From:

wispofathing

Curnen sighed and surrendered the final strip she was holding. She'd hoped--but hadn't expected--to eat it herself.

Edited Date: 2016-11-24 01:01 am (UTC)

From:

prince_of_nymphs

Fin took it, eating it in one bite then putting his paws up onto her shoulder to lick her face.

Thank you, he said cheerfully, yawning a little and then stretching. Suddenly a nap sounded like a fantastic idea.

From:

wispofathing

Curnen laughed at the tickle of that tongue on her face. She liked Fin this way, less reserved and more affectionate. But... "You're welcome. We should try again to fix this."