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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[willysilver]

"You are so powerful," Willy said breathlessly. "Desire radiates from you. I am powerless to resist."

But he did slow down, the compulsion to rush, the need to hurt Fin ebbing away. Rather than bite him again Willy simply nuzzled in the curve of his neck.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm sorry. I try to control it. It's hard though, Will. It's so hard," Fin murmured, looking a bit upset.

[willysilver]

"It is. It is still new. You will learn," Will assured him, trailing little kisses along Fin's throat, then up to his lips to soothe and silence him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I know, I just-"

Will's kiss silenced him though, and he let go of his fears for a moment as he let himself be comforted by it.

[willysilver]

Once Fin was more calm, Willy got back to stripping him. Not frantic this time, but rather slow and careful. He undressed him as if his body were a gift.

"Magic or no, I do want you desperately," he said softly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I never want my magic to control you- Or anyone," Fin said, going still and calm beneath Will's hands.

[willysilver]

"That is noble of you, Fin, but not realistic. Even when you do not want it to be so, it can happen," Willy replied.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Then I'll practice, I'll... I don't know. I'll do whatever I have to. I refuse to let my magic harm anyone that way," Fin insisted quietly.

[willysilver]

Willy laughed softly and gave him a quick kiss.

"I think if it harms anyone it will harm you," he said. "The dark desire is too much to resist, but it did not harm me in the slightest."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Didn't it?" Fin asked, perhaps a bit harshly. "...No, I suppose it was Hex and I who suffered."

He pushed Will away slightly, rubbing his face a bit as he sat up.

[willysilver]

"I think you are right," Willy replied, moving to roll away and lay on his side. "You cannot deny that in the course of things you were indeed hurt the most. And I was hurt the least. I see that as fact."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's not about who was hurt more," Fin said with a soft sigh. "Not right now. ...Right now, I just- I don't want anyone to be hurt again. Myself included."

[willysilver]

"Mmm, then yes. You must learn to control it," the fae replied. "And that only comes with practice. You are but a child when it comes to magic. Perhaps in a century or more you will master it," he added thoughtfully.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I can't tell if you're being serious, or if that's just exceptionally dry fae humour," Fin replied, frowning deeply as he looked over at Will. "...Anyway, I've been doing my best, I can keep it under control most of the time- It just gets away from me sometimes in the heat of the moment."

[willysilver]

Willy thought of his own youth and how very long it had taken him to take control of his magic. It hadn't been until he took up music that he gained control. But that was neither here nor there and would not likely help Fin at all.

He shifted on the bed and rolled onto his back so he could stare at the ceiling.

"Then you should find passion with many, and frequently, if you are to learn to control it," he said softly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Or become celibate and keep it locked up tight," Fin countered, flopping back down beside Will and looking over at him. "Granddad warned me. Not directly, but- With Pip he was all talk of royalty and wandering fae. About leadership and... I don't know, ruling or whatever. With me it was all this twaddle about nymphs. I just assumed it was because I was just a prince- Like, I didn't need to worry about all that, but he had to tell me something, you know? ...Now I reckon it was a warning."

[willysilver]

"I should think he gave you information that would be of use. The mantle of queen carries responsibilities, but a prince is more...unbounded. Goodness knows I have made use of that fact in my life. There is duty, but there is also freedom. If he talked to you of nymphs then I fear that such a warning may have been dire," Willy said thoughtfully. "If it is so, the twaddle, as you say, there may be no hope of controlling it. It may simply be who you are, Finlay."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Well I don't want to be that," Fin scowled. "I don't want to be some creature that drags out the worst in people. Some vile being preying on the most wicked parts of pleasure. ...Until it's not pleasure anymore, it's just sin. Cruelty, pain, and sin."

[willysilver]

"I do not think you are. Not some creature. But what if it is who you have become? What if it is no easier a fate to change than your eyes? Or your heart?" he asked, for it seemed to him that even with the magical heart Fin would never truly be well. Some things were fate, no matter what you did to try to change that.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Then it's bollocks," Fin huffed, "It's a shit lot, and I don't want it."

[willysilver]

"I doubt you can give it back," Willy replied, rolling back into place to be closer to Fin. "I believe that if you want to control it you will learn how."

Not that he doubted Fin's nature nor the role fate may play. He simply knew Fin and if he set his mind to do it it would be done.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Rolling closer, Fin nuzzled Will's neck, inhaling deeply.

"I hope so. I hope you're right."

[willysilver]

"Do not hope, Fin. Try. Act. Do it," Willy said. "I believe in you."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I am, I will... I promise," Fin said softly, curling up closer and sighing softly against his neck.

[willysilver]

Willy draped his arm around Fin's shoulders and held him close. The passion that had had him nearly frothing had gone. He was content to hold Fin and give him comfort.

"Perhaps you should sleep some more," he said gently.