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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[prince_of_nymphs]

"When miserable things happen or hit you in the face, the good things and feelings are so much better, you know?" Fin shrugged, sipping his tea.

[willysilver]

"And you prefer the ups and downs to a steady, unwavering contentment?" he asked.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Keeps it exciting," Fin shrugged.

[willysilver]

Willy sipped his tea and thought a moment.

"I don't recall the last time anything actually excited me," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"That's kind of heartbreaking, Will," Fin said softly.

[willysilver]

"There's a song in it, I'm sure," he replied.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Songs can't heal everything, mate," Fin said gently.

[willysilver]

His smile began slowly, but grew brighter and brighter.

"You'd be amazed, my friend. Can I play something for you?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Yeah, of course," Fin nodded. He liked Will's music, found it soothing.

[willysilver]

He put his tea aside and went to the messy corner. He came back with his guitar and a single page.

"I won't play this live," he said, then tuned a little and played.

It was high and sweet and as he began to sing, magic filled the room. Joy, regret, longing, and delight all wound together. His songs were always evocative, but this was unreal. This was absolutely not a song for mortals.

[prince_of_nymphs]

It was beautiful, and his own magic lit up slightly in response. HE couldn't even explain how it felt, just that it was ... new.

[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.