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willysilver) wrote2015-03-12 07:52 pm
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Fin
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.
"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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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..."
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"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.
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"Is that romantic?" Fin asked, his question genuine. "Couldn't he have just kissed his lover? I mean, true love goes both ways, yeah?"
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"Not...necessarily. Sometimes your true love loves another," Willy said sadly. "True love is rare."
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"Well- That's a bit miserable," Fin said, frowning a little as some of the magic faded for him.
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"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."
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"So how can I know if you're my true love then- Or if I'm yours? What if I just think this is true love, because I've never loved this much before? Is there some sort of test?" Fin asked.
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"This is true love," Willy promised. "My chosen...my evermore...this is the purest love, the truest love. We are destined to be together and our hearts are one...I love you, Fin. You are my very life," he said.
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"It's strange to think that you're the only person for me. Not that- I mean, It's not like I want anyone else, just- Forever is so long, and it's not like I've got a long history of lovers..." Fin said, stumbling over his words awkwardly as he realized what a twat he must sound like.
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"Ah, I see...my dearest heart, if you care to share your body with others it would pain me but you could. I will not limit your joy," he said softly. "Because, yes, in many ways you are so young. I have had many experiences with lovers of all kinds. You should have the same freedom."
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"I don't think I'd be alright with doing that to you," Fin admitted. "I don't ever want to hurt you, Will."
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"We could be adventurous and ask others to join us- giving you experience and me the privilege of kissing you," he suggested. "Phuoka is an excellent lover...or there's that girl from your viewfinder cast..."
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"I'm not sleeping with a cast mate," Fin replied. "...And wouldn't it be weird with Phouka? I mean... He's very handsome, but- Sometimes he's a dog."
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"And sometimes I have wings and sometimes I am six inches tall...do not judge the fae as you would men," Willy replied.
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Fin seemed to consider that for a moment, then nodded. "He's broader than you are. I've never seen his face, but I've touched it, and it's chiselled, and feels handsome- if that makes sense... I don't reckon he's keen on me though, Will. ...And wouldn't it bother you? Seeing me with- You know, your mate?"
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Willy was quiet for a long moment, then he took Fin's hand and kissed each fingertip in turn.
"I think the two of you would be beautiful. And I think he would take great care with you. If I was there it would not bother me. It would wound me if you did it in secrecy, though," he confessed.
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"I don't ever want to wound you, Willy. Not ever," Fin whispered. "I love you."
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"And I want you happy and satisfied. All your curiosities sated," Willy said and he kissed him. "Let me be with you, with whomever else you choose, and you will not wound me."
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"I can't- I can't speak for other people, Will. But-"
But he'd try. ...Maybe he'd never be with anyone else. Maybe he wasn't missing out. Maybe he was being silly and selfish thinking he was wrong to wonder if he was missing something by giving himself to Willy forever.
"Let's not talk about it any more," he said quietly.
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"As you wish, precious. I will not ask you to do anything you do not wish," Willy replied, then began to lay down lazy kisses, flashing another memory of how beautiful Fin was, laid out on the pillow.
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Fin didn't want to see himself though, he wanted to see Willy, his fingers moving to touch the fae's face. He knew it by heart, every sharp line and smooth slope, but he loved feeling it beneath his fingers still.
"It's not about the people even," he admitted after a moment. "I just wonder if it's different. If other lovers feel different. ...Sorry, I'm not- I should shut up," he said, laughing nervously.
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"But of course, Fin...what of this...think of someone you might like to be with. The reason does not matter. Pretty face, charming sense of humour. Think of someone and I will be that person for the night," he offered.
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"I don't want you to e someone. I want to be here with you," Fin assured him. "I didn't even mean, like- It's not asthetics, or, I dunno, girth, it's- I dunno. I don't know. It's... God this is embarrassing. I need to learn to shut my mouth."
He wet his lips, then spoke just a little softer. "What's it like to be with someone who doesn't love you? What's it like when they want you more then you want them, or vice versa? What- What's it like when they're angry, or I dunno. What about mad blokes who dress up like foxes before they shag? That's all I mean. I mean, not that I want to shag blokes who dress up like foxes, but you get the point, right?"
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"You are curious about the variety of humanity," Willy replied in understanding. "Another day I will tell you all I know. All of women and men, of connection and the thrill of not even knowing a name. I will tell you of fetishes and delights. Pleasures and oddities. But not tonight, my love. Tonight I only want to be with you, yes?"
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"Yeah- Alright Will. Okay," Fin agreed, though stories weren't what he wanted. Not really.
It all had him a bit tense, and he rubbed his eyes a bit as he sat up and dug his eye drops out of his pocket.
"Would you?" he asked, offering them to Willy. "It's easier when someone else does it still."
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