It's About Balance - OTA

[prince_of_nymphs]

His new show had finally been announced, and he'd done a small round of press this morning. Radio, mostly. Just little interviews, mostly about his return to telly and the fact that he was starring in the reboot of a classic and beloved show. Nothing taxing, nothing thrilling. Just boring media- The side of the job Fin sort of wished he could skip. He managed to be his charming self though, deflecting when the questions got too personal, all while flirting shamelessly with a few of the interviewers. The public loved that, he'd found, and he wasn't shy about playing it up. 

Mid-day found him wandering Covent Garden, two small shopping bags in one hand, Starbucks in the other. He was clean shaven, and his hair was getting a bit ridiculous again, just touching his shoulders as he walked, and occasionally getting in his face when he stopped to peek in shop windows. All and all, a dreadfully normal day. ...At least, it had been.

He'd been having little pains lately, ever since New Years. Nothing dreadful, but... Discomfort that was a bit too familiar. If felt like... It felt like his heart. Though it couldn't be, could it? Not now. not with his enchanted heart and fae blood. It had to be something mundane. Heartburn, perhaps. Something innocent.

That's what he kept telling himself- Even now when the pain returned. It was sudden and sharp, enough that he dropped his shopping and doubled over slightly, holding his chest and panicking a bit. He couldn't go to the hospital, couldn't risk them checking his blood... He had to do something though, and he pulled out his phone. Hand shaking, he wasn't sure which number he'd called. Wasn't even sure he'd managed to make a call.

(OTA- If you're friends with Fin, feel free to assume he called you! He's not well and could have easily called anyone in his contacts. ;) If you don't know Fin or your pup wouldn't be reachable for whatever reason, feel free to simply be in the right place at the right time. LT/ST very welcome. <3)

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[prince_of_nymphs]

"You planning on breaking my heart?" Fin asked, looking over curiously.

[goodfellow]

"I doubt that I'm capable," Robin said honestly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Do you want to try?" Fin teased, shaking a little, but trying to hide it- Then slowly leaned hard against the railing.

[goodfellow]

"I think you're more interested in getting to a place where you could break mine," Robin said, his tone matter-of-fact but quiet.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'd never," Fin said softly. "I'm not a heart breaker."

[goodfellow]

"No," Robin agreed, and looked at him. "Certainly not on purpose. But you do want to be loved." He said this gently.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Doesn't everyone?" Fin asked, looking out at the city. "I mean, I know I crave it more than most, but... Doesn't everyone?"

[goodfellow]

"You have it, though," Robin pointed out. "From Will. Who you will always love over the rest... and there's nothing wrong with that. But others you love might have more of a heart than I do... I don't think you want to leave a trail of broken hearts behind you."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"So what am I supposed to do? Not love? Only make love to people who aren't invested at all?" Fin asked.

[goodfellow]

"I'm saying be careful," Robin said. "I've seen it, I've done it. Believe it or not, I used to be more heartless than I am now. I left broken civilizations in my wake."

He leaned in and kissed Fin's cheek. "I'm not saying you've done anything wrong, pet. It's only a pre-emptive warning."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin nodded, eyes going glassy again, despite his effort to hide the fact that his vision was failing again. His magic was just too drained to keep up the illusion of sight.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone. No one's fool enough to fall for me but Will anyway."

[goodfellow]

"No one is fool enough to fall for you because of Will," Robin corrected.

He looked at Fin more closely. "You shouldn't strain yourself. Don't worry about sight. You can stay here as long as you need to."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin wilted a little, finishing his cigarette and then moving to lean hard against the balcony.

"Thanks," he said quietly.

[goodfellow]

"I am one of the world's foremost experts on staying alive, you know," Robin pointed out. "It's not like I have fancy healing powers or anything. I'm not immortal exactly, just really smart."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"And what would you do, if you were me?" Fin asked.

[goodfellow]

"Well, a few things," Robin said. "You need to talk to someone who knows more about the fae than you do - Will obviously, but if you don't want to tell him, then someone else. Also, a doctor. Aren't you fucking one?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

A doctor, and previously a nurse. Either of which he knew he could call. ...He didn't want to though, not right now. He didn't want to face the reality of what was happening that head on.

"I know, I know... I'll do that. Truly," he said, pretending to pout a bit. "Take me back to bed."

[goodfellow]

Robin took Fin's arm again, and led him off of the balcony and back to the bedroom. "Do you need more time to heal?" he asked.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't think my magic can do anything more right now. ...I do feel better though, honestly. Lay with me? We don't have to do anything. We could just talk, if you'd like."

[goodfellow]

Robin nodded, and then took off his suit jacket and shoes before laying down in the bed beside Fin. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was silent for a long moment, then reached out to caress Rob's arm as he settled in on the bed.

"I just want to be near you," he said quietly. "I like being close to you, Robin, you- You're soothing, in a way. It's hard to explain. ...I suppose part of it is, I never have to be anything but what I am around you. Strange little trooping fae. Blind prince..."

[goodfellow]

"I'm glad for that, Fin, though..." Robin turned on his side, facing him. "It also seems like a rather low bar, letting you be yourself."

[prince_of_nymphs]

I spend a lot of time around mortals," Fin pointed out. "They can't understand it- This. What I am. Even the few who know- They don't know what to make of me when I shift into a fox, they certainly couldn't handle my magic at its wildest. ...I know what it does to mortals now. Just look at what it drove Hex to do or Stanley."

And he was certain now that's what it was. Hex, Stanley, maybe even that mad fan who'd struck before his magic had been more than just a glittering trickle in his bloodstream.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked at him for a moment and then said, "Let it loose then, if you like."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin honestly wasn't certain what shape his magic was in right now, given how drained it seemed- He nodded though, closing his unseeing eyes and letting go of the hold he'd learned to keep on it.

It was warm, winding around the space, then pawing at the puck. It was pure desire- Madding desire, even. An intense pull of desire and want that mortals seemed to struggle with. Usually it creeped out slowly, at least it had back in the days before Fin had learned to keep it busy with other things. Now, however, he simply let it loose all at once, not sure how it would effect the puck- Or if it would effect him at all.