londoncallingrpg | GP - Wild Magic 2: Chaotic Evil Boogaloo

London was a magic epicenter of sorts. Between doors to The Otherside, dormant and active portals, and an active wizarding community, it was a hub of energy, more so now than it had been for quite some time. The city was experiencing a magical renaissance of sorts- Which sounded lovely and made it a prime place to be for those exploring and studying magical energies, but wasn't so wonderful for London's more 'normal' sorts.

Magic didn't care if you were a dark lord or a banker, if it liked you, it liked you- And it was impossible to guess who it would like.

Today magic energy was at an all time high. Another blip in the usually somewhat steady stream of power that flowed through the streets. As a result, odd things were afoot- From mischievous inconveniences, to darker disruptions. Unlike the portals, these bothers were a touch more subtle, creeping up unseen on the unsuspecting.

Last time around the magic had seemed lighthearted and playful- And some of it still was, but... There was an intensity to some of it this time, harking back to the troubles that seemed to roll around every Halloween now. Something wicked was caught in the current, and while it wasn't out to harm everyone, it did seem keen to target a few.

(OTA. Just like the last time, the magic can affect your pup however you see fit. Unlike last time, however, some of the magic has taken a darker turn. It doesn't have to do something wicked to your pup, of course, but the option is there now. This post will be open from 7/18-7/28 or longer if needed. Tag in, tag others, and check back often.)

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"You're welcome," he said softly. "I'm glad I can help."

House got to his feet, enjoying the feeling of... standing.

"I hope that whatever it is you think you get from me in return is just as good," he said cheerfully, and did a couple of knee lifts before picking up the whiskey bottle and taking a swig.

"What I get, Greg, is the pleasure of your company," Fin assured him, watching the other man as he leaned back in his seat.

House grinned down at him. "And that makes you pretty remarkable."

"Really? I'd have thought the whole fae prince thing might have been the most remarkable thing about me," Fin snorted.

"You underestimate how much people typically dislike me," House said.

"You say that a lot, but I'm yet to see proof," Fin pointed out.

"When do you ever see me with other people?" House asked with an arched eyebrow. Then he bent and refilled Fin's glass.

"Fair enough," Fin agreed, smiling at the top up. "Still, I feel like I'm lacking proof. Maybe this is all a ruse, you just want me to think you're usually a bastard so I'll... I don't know, feel extra special?"

"Or maybe you just like bastards," House pointed out. "But if you'd like I can call my ex for a reference, I'm sure she'd be happy to detail how I drove her away."

Fin's smile faltered slightly, and he forced an uncomfortable laugh.

"Pass," he said softly.

"I think that's a very good decision," said House. He took another swig from the bottle. When he wasn't popping Vicodin he let himself drink more.

"You sure you're not hungry? I think I have some cheetos..."

"I don't want Cheetos," Fin assured him, laughing softly as his smile grew warmer again. "You're so energetic tonight, should we dance? Burn off a bit of that energy?"

Being pain free for the first time in months was better than cocaine, House thought.

"Sure thing, how about some music?" House said, and walked over to the record player, flipping through albums.

"Certainly be less mad than dancing in silence," Fin chuckled, getting to his feet and moving to stand beside Greg. "Something slow, maybe?" he suggested.

House pulled out a record with old jazz standards, and put it on. A moment later, there Ella Fitzgerald was crooning and House walked back over and held a hand out to Fin.

Fin didn't hesitate to take the doctor's hand, moving closer until he had an arm draped around him and their bodies were pressed tightly together.

"Do you ever wish you could start over?" Fin asked softly, starting to sway as he spoke. "Just go back to the start and try again?"

"With what?" House asked as they danced. "Everything?"

"Maybe not everything- Maybe just a few major choices?" Fin shrugged, resting against Greg and closing his eyes as he continued to move with the music.

"There... are things I would do differently, yes," House admitted. "Though honestly, not many. What are you thinking of?"

"I'm thinking if I could go back just far enough, back to before I knew I was fae, there are a lot of things I'd do differently. I've been thinking about giving myself a fresh start. I'm going to redo the flat the way I want it, go back to my acting roots, to who I was before fae deals or fae blood. ...At least as much as I'm able."

"Were you happier then?" House asked him. "Before you knew?"

"I don't know. Things were certainly less complicated though," Fin confessed. "At least they seem so when I look back."

"Well," House mused, "as long as we're going the things we can't control route, I can imagine my life would be very different if the doctors I'd seen when my leg started hurting weren't incompetent assholes."

"I wish I could fix it for you. Forever, I mean, not just one night a go," Fin sighed. "Magic is such bollocks, it never works the way you want it to, you know?"

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