Fin

[willysilver]

The night was young and the bar had been packed. Willy had not played, he'd only been there with Fin to enjoy the band. But the crowd was thick and Willy was a bit tipsy on white Russians and he dragged Fin out of the bar and into the night.

"Mmm, my love, what do you wish?" he asked, Fin's hands in his own. He pulled him close and kissed him, lips then brow. "I will give you your grandest desire, you need but ask."

Hardly a new offer- they both knew Fin's flights of fancy were Willy's pleasure to fulfil.

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[willysilver]

"I will promise, though I would have you know I would use the very last of my power to please you. Keep you safe. I would cease to be if it would mean you would live," Willy replied gravely.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Don't say that," Fin said, growing serious as his tone went from soft to scolding. "Don't ever say things like that, Will. I don't want to exist without you."

[willysilver]

Rather than refute or protest, Willy slowly caught hold of Fin's face and kissed him.

"Hush pet, no more words. Hush now," he said softly. "Now is a time to play princes, not worry of other things..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin moaned into the kiss, arching into it and holding on tightly.

"I love you, Will," he murmured.

[willysilver]

Willy plunged his fingers into Fin's hair to cradle his head and kissed him deeply. His tongue glided against the other mans, tasting every bit of him. He finally had to break away, breathless and wanting.

"I spent many years in this room," he said. "My first harp is still here...would you like me to play for you?" he offered, body formed against Fin's.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You can play the harp? ...Of course you can," Fin laughed, shaking his head and smiling. "Yeah- Yeah, I'd love to hear you play, Will. I bet you're brilliant."

He kissed Willy's cheek, then held the fae's arm to let himself be guided to where he could sit and listen.

[willysilver]

Willy took him to the bed and laid him down, then moved away to find his harp. The golden strings were perfectly in tune and the song Willy chose to play was an ancient lullaby he'd been raised on.

"Do your best to not fall asleep," he said warmly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin settled in, laying back as the music washed over him. It was beautiful, but he wasn't surprised at all. Willy was so very talented... he made the most beautiful music, no matter what instrument he chose.

[willysilver]

Willy played for him and the song itself was an enchantment, sparking images in Fin's mind. Not the same as seeing but a consolation prize in a way. Images of the room, of Willy playing, of the sight of himself stretched out- clearly from Willy's perspective.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin smiled softly, stretching out and humming along for a moment before speaking. "I look so different to you. I remember what I look like, but the man I see is gaunt and pale. All bones and dry skin... Nothing like the man you see."

[willysilver]

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Willy replied, his fingers leaving the harp strings so he could caress Fin's supple body.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin smiled softly at that, truly flattered by Willy's words.

"I'm so lucky to have you, Will. You mean the world to me," he confessed quietly. "My life would be empty without you."

[willysilver]

"I believe the same. My life has had no meaning for so many years. But now I have you and the world has opened up to me," he replied. Willy kissed him softly, just a gentle brush of his lips and breath. "I love you."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin pulled him down the rest of the way, kissing him soundly and embracing him tightly.

Love hardly covered it really. It was so much more than love... Honestly, Fin didn't believe there was a word for what he felt for the fae.

[willysilver]

It truly was all encompassing. Willy called him 'evermore' and that was as best as he could get to the truth. Something beyond simple hormones or affection. He loved Fin as he loved himself- even more than he loved himself.

"Would you have me in the prince's bed?" he teased lightly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin couldn't stop himself from laughing, a sharp and bright sound.

"Oh, you make it sound so bloody rude, Will," he chuckled. "I don't know if I dare, to be honest. I feel like your mum might skin me."

[willysilver]

"The first day of spring is upon us...my mother will not even be in the palace," he murmured, sly hands working their way up under Fin's shirt. "There is no one here but us and I can enchant the door to remain closed..."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin gasped softly, arching up to meet Willy's touch. Honestly, he didn't need convincing- He was already game.

"What else can you enchant?" he asked in a light and teasing tone.

[willysilver]

Willy waved a hand, blocking the door shut and then he brought up the light in the room so Fin could better see the the contrast between dark and light better.

"I can enchant you with but a kiss," he murmured, then pressed his lips to Fin's.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin moaned softly into the kiss, letting it linger before speaking again.

"Is all that fairytale nonsense true then? True love's kiss, and all that bollocks... Glass coffins in the woods, and cursed spinning needles..."

[willysilver]

"Oh yes, it is all true. Not common, by any means. The tales are famous but rare. I did know a man once who fell into a sleep and his lover agreed to switch places with him even knowing...or rather, not knowing, if in the end his lover's kiss would be true enough to rouse him. It was quite something," he said warmly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Is that romantic?" Fin asked, his question genuine. "Couldn't he have just kissed his lover? I mean, true love goes both ways, yeah?"

[willysilver]

"Not...necessarily. Sometimes your true love loves another," Willy said sadly. "True love is rare."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Well- That's a bit miserable," Fin said, frowning a little as some of the magic faded for him.

[willysilver]

"No, no, Finlay...it's remarkable. When two people are meant to be, when there is love and more than love, when there is truth...it is not miserable," he promised him. "It is simply mortal struggle to find the true love. And that is a force that drives your kind."