Fin

[willysilver]

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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[willysilver]

The song built and built then Willy belted out the last lines, then lightly plucked the strings to let it fade away. The magic in the air was tangible, like it could be plucked and tasted like ripe fruit.

"That's the most excitement all week. Birthing that."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's beautiful," Fin said softly. "It feels... I can taste the sound in the air."

[willysilver]

"Sweet, isn't it?" Willy grinned. "You see why I can't play it for mortals."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No, I imagine that might get messy," Fin said, his magic still sizzling under his skin.

[willysilver]

He played another lick, making the magic bright and sweet and sour as candy. He knew precisely what he was doing...mostly because he had no one else to share this with that wouldn't go mad.

"Ohh, baby," he sang softly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

It made Fin squirm a little, skin flushing pink.

[willysilver]

He plucked one string and it rang, tense and strong.

"Ohh woah, baby, eyes of apathy, see me for who I am..." he sang, watching Fin and smiling at his colour.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's magic reached out to him, coiling around him, curious and wanting more.

[willysilver]

The moment it touched him, Willy's magic snapped out and grabbed hold. He didn't mean to, but he compelled Fin closer with another chord.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin got up, moving a little closer before he realized what he was doing.

[willysilver]

Willy had been completely wrapped in the music and hadn't realized what he'd done, but he recognized it as soon as Fin approached and he stilled the strings.

"Do you see?" he asked. "I could make them do anything with music like this. I could make them dance to a frenzy. Make love to me all night. Or I could make them sleep for a hundred years. Anything I want, and now I have the power to weave this kind of music again," he grinned.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Okay, well, that's a bit scary, yeah?" Fin said as he awkwardly sat back down.

[willysilver]

"I'm not going to do it," he chuckled. "But I could. I quit using my music like that when I met Charlotte and didn't realize I genuinely couldn't until after she died. I feel...complete. Whole, in a way that I haven't felt in a long time."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It never just happens during shows?" Fin asked, still unsure about it.

[willysilver]

"It hasn't yet. The songs I play at the bar, they're not that kind of music," he assured him.

"Don't you do it? When you're acting, or in the moment...has your magic not been compelling?" Willy asked, then held up a hand before Fin could answer.

"No. Consent. I know."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's important to me that what people enjoy is me, not my power," Fin explained.

[willysilver]

"Ah. I see," he smiled. "My power and I are one and the same. But I do take care. Lately, only lovers."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin nodded and smiled, glad that Will seemed to care about consent and what it meant.

[willysilver]

"Unlike you, I don't think spreading joy is an intrusion on them, though. There's so little happiness in the world," he said, his fingers light on the strings.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I know you have good intentions," Fin assured him. "I just think consent matters."

[willysilver]

Willy truly didn't see the problem so he simply shrugged.

"Would you like to hear another from this week?" Willy asked.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Very much so," Fin nodded, settling back in.

[willysilver]

It was slow and sweet to start, but began to build. As he sang, little glittering lights appeared against the ceiling and danced to the beat.

Willy abruptly stopped and gave Fin a curious little smile.

"Do you consent?" he asked simply.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin hesitated, then nodded a little.

"Yes," he said softly.

[willysilver]

Willy immediately smashed his fingers against the string, making them ring loud. With the rise of the chorus, magic built and built and popped, showering Fin with a joyful euphoria. Like love, like parties, like the first taste of fresh stone fruit on a hot summer day. His voice was sweet as a bubbling spring and every word sparked such a wholesome lightness it was bliss.

When he wasn't singing, he simply smiled and watched Fin to react.