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

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

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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."

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prince_of_nymphs

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

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willysilver

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

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prince_of_nymphs

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

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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.

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prince_of_nymphs

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

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willysilver

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

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

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prince_of_nymphs

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

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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.

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prince_of_nymphs

Fin hesitated, then nodded a little.

"Yes," he said softly.

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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.

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prince_of_nymphs

Fin smiled warmly, enjoying the show and letting the magic brighten his mood.

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willysilver

"If I were to perform for mortals, that's what I'd play first," he smiled, laying his guitar aside for the moment.

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prince_of_nymphs

Fin nodded a little, not in the mood to argue the morality of using magic on mortals.

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willysilver

"Alas, you will have to be my captive audience," he grinned, his eyes sparkling with merriment.

With his guitar aside, Willy spread his legs and leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

"I enjoy playing for you."

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prince_of_nymphs

"I'm sure I'm a dreadful audience," Fin laughed, "But I do like hearing you play," he added with a warm smile.

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willysilver

"I enjoy playing for you," he said. "It feels different than writing for a muse."

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prince_of_nymphs

"That somehow feels like a very backhanded compliment," Fin laughed.

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willysilver

"It's not. Writing with Klaus...he has to approve. If he didn't, I'd start over. You...I play for you confident you're hearing the last and best song," he explained. "I like that you seem to enjoy yourself."

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prince_of_nymphs

All Fin heard was 'you're not special', and there was nothing the fae hated more than feeling less than special.

"Oh," the fae nodded. "I do, yeah."

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willysilver

"I want to always touch you. Your joy feels...different," he said. "I don't know why. Because we're kin? Likely."

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prince_of_nymphs

"Are we kin?" Fin asked. "We're not the same fae..."

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willysilver

"I'd like to think we are," he replied. "There aren't many of any kind who feel the way you do. Perhaps it's our bond," he shrugged. He knew how it felt; he didn't think too hard about it.