Nyx

Dec. 2nd, 2024 06:01 pm
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I need you to come to the studio as soon as you get this

A simple text. No context, no nuance, not even a request. Simply a need to have Nyx here to hear him lay down a track. The one he'd written for Nyx.

The one he'd been holding back.

When the door opened, Willy was waiting.

"I have a gift for you," he said, reaching out to take Nyx to the booth.

Nyx

Oct. 31st, 2024 06:29 pm
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Nyx had returned to the party and Willy had pulled out his guitar and notebook. Pencil in hand, music flowed from him. The bond was so strong, regardless of Nyx's misery. Willy only hoped he could lure him back to joy.

It wasn't until late the next morning that Willy awoke and checked his messages. Even when his phone made sound, he ignored it. It had buzzed all night, but the sidhe had been lost in his love for Nyx put to music.

His own music.

The song came to an abrupt halt when he saw the messages. He in the middle of dressing when he saw Hex leave Nyx's room and return with drinks. Moving closer, he could hear them and peeked in to see Nyx seemingly alright in his own bed. Willy wasn't thick, he could se ehe was hurt. He could feel he was injured.

But Hex was doting on him, devoted as ever. Certain Nyx was in good hands, he left them alone until...

...Until he simply couldn't take the scent of curry any longer.

He knocked on the door to Nyx's room and Hex opened it. Willy was greeted with a wide smile.

"He's alright," the blonde assured him. "Why don't you come in while I lean up, yeah?"

Hex gathered up all the take away and litter and left Willy to be with Nyx.

"The pictures were horrifying to wake up to," he said as he walked in.

Alcuin

Oct. 11th, 2024 06:35 pm
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Willy had found a shitty bar with a stage and had gotten himself a Firday night gig. It was just him, a mic, a stool, and a bottle of water. No lighting, no show. Just a giant with a guitar.

Nyx had convinced him he could find his own music. He'd taken that to heart and had begun to write. He may not have Nyx's music, but he found the nymph was still his muse as every song was about him. Love, pain, sorrow, violence, he had an entire setlist.

"Believe it or not, this is a love song," he told the few people in the bar, most not paying attention, though they couldn't help but feel the music seeping into their blood.

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One person clapped. Three were weeping.

Willy smiled and took a sip of water before finishing his set and stepping off the stage to get an actual drink.
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Willy was quite ready to be rid of Q. Once Bond had come and had taken out the king, saved the sister that Willy was unaware of, and returned Nyx to his home, the Daoine prince was happy to return the wizard and depart without conflict or conversation.

He was pleased with how it had all turned out and made his way out to find some comfort in the village in.

He had no love for palace life.

And, he thought, with the ship in harbor awaiting Q, perhaps he'd get to bid those he'd come to care for goodbye.
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Willy had spent an evening charming the captain and filling him with fine liquor and warmth enough to get him to reveal his plans. Of why he'd taken Nyx. Of what would become of him.

Armed with the truth, the Daoine prince spoke to the navigator last before putting his plan into motion.

He found Bond and Q together. They did not see the gigantic fae until he was upon them and dropped his glamour.

"It is time to end the fae enslavement," he told the captain.

Bond began to protest and Willy held up his hand.

Q was gone.

"You will find him where Nyx's story is meant to end. And until you come...I'll see to your wizard."

And then Willy was gone, leaving Bond with little choice but to order the crew to action. He hadn't planned to take care of the fae court problem just yet, but now he had no choice.

The fae appeared next to Q with a warm smile. The day was lovely, the air clean and perfumed with all things green and growing. On the ship, Willy had appeared to be little more than a traveler. Before Q now, he wore long, rich robes and a golden diadem.

"You are quite safe, wizard. You have my word," the prince said simply.
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Willy had survived the chaos, delighting in the gay bit of magic. He was sitting on the deck in the sun, strumming his instrument and making up a silly little tune about some of the hijinks he had watched.

He was stuck, though, and played the same three chords over and over. Over and over, as if the rhythm of the strings might drag an idea out of him.

"Hey nonny nonny always fits," he considered aloud.

Kersen

Dec. 13th, 2023 07:24 pm
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[From here]

"I plan to," he confirmed softly, licking a stripe along Kersen's neck.
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It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was bright and vaguely blue and the sun was as warm as could be hoed for at this time of year.

Willy had taken a chair outside to sit in the air, to enjoy the air before it became miserable and dreary.

He played a new song he'd been working on, a light tune with soft words about love and pain. It was haunting and his voice carried and echoed off the stadium back at him.

"The gateway to the world
Was still outside the reach of him
Would never belong to angels
Had never belonged to men..."

Eliot

Oct. 1st, 2022 08:17 pm
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Willy had been intrigued enough that he'd turned down the offers of several beautiful people. No, tonight he'd chosen the bartender and after many shared glances and smiles, Willy felt confident as he lingered near the exit of the club for Eliot to come out.

He stood, leaning against a concrete wall, watching the door from beneath his lashes.

When Eliot emerged, Willy smiled.

"Hello," he greeted him warmly.

Kersen

Aug. 25th, 2022 06:17 pm
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Willy went where the people were. Mortals took care of him. Shared their food. Stories. Beds. Most nights he could find a warm bed, sometimes with a willing body. Tonight, though...

Tonight Willy sat in Kensington Park near the statue, playing his guitar in front of a meager fire. He didn't relish sleeping outside like some wild thing. Unlike much of his kind, the prince was far from wild. But for one night, he would survive.

His guitar sang sweetly into the darkness.

"Eyes and and words are so icy, oh but she burns like rum on a fire. Hard and fast and angry as she can be, I walk my days on a wire. It looks ugly, but it's clean. Oh mama don't fuss over me. The ways she tells me I'm hers and she's mine...Open hand or closed fist would be fine. The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine..."

Alwyn

Dec. 18th, 2021 03:47 pm
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It was a lovely day, the sun bright and the air crisp, but not too cold. Willy wore nothing more than his denim jacket, his long hair pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of his face as he worked outside Alice's cafe. There were chairs and tables outside, but there was a storm forecast so Willy stacked the chairs to protect them from the oncoming snow.

He could smell the nymph well before he got close, so Willy watched him approach and smiled when he was close enough to see. The Sidhe stood and moved closer to Alwyn's path.

"Well met, my friend," he said warmly.

Eliot

Jul. 20th, 2021 09:17 pm
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(From here)

"Love is a strong word," Willy agreed, hands gravitating to the man's bare chest. His long fingers toyed with the hair on his chest and hovered over his heart.

"But you want so much more than just desire. Your heart cries for connection, my sweet..." he murmured before kissing him again.

Fawn

Jun. 16th, 2021 01:36 pm
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Willy very rarely made plans, but he wanted to go to the countryside and he didn't want to go alone. And so he bought train tickets and then called Fawn to tell him to come. The train raced them south and at their station there was a shuttle to take them the rest of the way.

The Surrey Hills Area of Natural Beauty had been on a pamphlet at the travel office where the girl he'd been spending time with worked. Of course, he didn't want to go with her. She couldn't possibly appreciate it as much as Fawn.

"Here you are, mate. In there you can rent bicycles and camping gear, since you didn't bring none," the driver told them as he parked before a stone building that looked hundreds of years old, but had only just been installed a few years ago.

"I want to find a fox," he told Fawn. "That's all I want to see."

Fawn

Jun. 4th, 2021 08:19 pm
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It was a beautiful day. The sun was bright, the birds harassed people for their crumbs, and children played on the playground. Willy had set up near the fountain, guitar case laying open. And he had his guitar.

He didn't need the money but he'd found if he didn't put his case down people looked at hi a bit odd. He cared not for the money, though it was nice to have.

He spied Fawn and smiled as he finished off his tune with a flourish. A few people gave him some coins and he nodded his gratitude.

"Fawn," he called as he took a seat on the edge of the fountain. He beckoned him closer while he took his bottle of water and uncapped it.

Fin

Apr. 21st, 2021 04:53 pm
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Willy had already played his set and a new band had taken the stage. Band. They were two women with guitars. They sang beautifully and Willy was in high spirits.

Hedge appeared at his shoulder and snuffled around a bit at his shoulder.

"Of course, my friend," he smiled and wandered outside with the small fae who pulled out a fat cigar to puff on and chew on out on the street. Willy stood with him, knowing Hedge was a nervous little fellow. He stood nearby, but only as guard.

He spotted Fin on the street and smiled. He raised a hand and said, "Well met," warmly.

The moment Fin came closer, the shaggy bassist ate the whole cigar, coal and all, and shuffled back inside inconspicuously.

Fin

Jan. 30th, 2021 05:51 pm
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Willy had given his word and he'd kept away from Fin. He thought of him often, but kept his distance.

But then Klaus was gone. The deal was done, but Willy still had a connection to him. And he knew when he was gone.

He had no intention of staying, or even seeing any of them- Eliot certainly wouldn't welcome him- but he felt the need to share the grief.

Willy bought flowers and wrote a simple card, signed his name, and took it to the flat. He was in the lift, debating if he should knock of simply leave it and go.

The lift doors opened and shut on him four times before he actually stepped out.

He knocked, but then put the flowers down and turned to go. He knew he shouldn't be here at all.

Fin

Dec. 26th, 2020 07:28 pm
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Are you home?

Are you busy?

FiiiiiiiiiiiinnnN

Willy wasn't so rude that he'd go to Fin's door, knowing he wasn't really welcome. But he was drunk enough that he didn't want to wait for Fin to come to him. He checked his phone, then checked it again to see if Fin had replied yet.

He stood on the curb, looking up the building to where he knew Fin was. Somehow he just knew he was home.

Fin

Dec. 16th, 2020 09:22 pm
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The winter solstice was fast approaching. It seemed as if it had only just been the summer solstice. That meant Fin had been here half a year already. The prince wasn't certain what to make of the strange dreams he had, the scrambled ones that felt so real while he hovered just at the edge of waking. Always about Fin, but always different. Sometimes Fin was an enemy. Sometimes a lover. Sometimes a companion. Wily would sometimes wake with the taste of Fin's tongue in his mouth and an irresistible hunger that tended to end with him railing Remus.

The dreams were just so odd. So familiar and yet so foreign at once. And they hadn't begun until six months ago.

He thought today that he might check in. The polite thing to do was to ask and so he sent Fin a text and then settled in with his guitar.

Come see me at my cottage

And a moment later

Please

Fin

Nov. 25th, 2020 07:39 pm
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Alice was having a harvest party and had invited Willy and told him to bring all his friends. Two of the band were already inside, but Willy stood out in the cold evening air.

He'd texted Fin and waited, out here, exposed, just in case the fae made it to the door but couldn't bring himself to go in.

Willy thought it would be good to know he wasn't alone...even though he was aware Fin wanted to avoid his kind as much as possible.

Fin

Nov. 7th, 2020 06:53 pm
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Willy was conflicted and had sat with it for a few days now. Having his heart back had been phenomenal, but the longer he had it, the more used to it he got, he found there were some feelings he didn't know how to navigate. In truth, he'd never felt like this even before he'd given it away to Charlotte.

Guilt.

What was a fae supposed to do with guilt?

Ultimately, he decided he needed a hint of what he should do. In the past Fin had been quite direct and clear and he appreciated that.

I need you. Tell me where to meet you

He sent the text off and then stewed about it. He wasn't going to work this out on his own.

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