Will

Jun. 16th, 2017 02:54 pm
finlay_flynn: (fox - fooof)
It had been early when Fin had woken that morning. Too early, honestly, and after spending half an hour tossing and turning, he'd shifted into his fox form and attempted to get more sleep that way. When that had failed, however, the little ball of fluff had wiggled its way out from under the covers and though he knew it was a bit daft, Fin had started fleeing around the house as fast as his pretty paws would take him.

Fast fox, fast fox, fast fox, he chanted, zooming one way, then the other, before diving under the sofa. Spinning in circles, he spent some time chasing his tail before popping back out and taking off again, making a surprising amount of noise for such a small creature.

Fast fox, fast fox... Ow!

Taking a turn too wide, the fae smacked right into a doorframe, looking a touch daze and wobbling just a bit. ...Though that only stopped him for a moment, and soon enough he was racing around again, a flash of white fluff buzzing about the space, oblivious to the racket he was making.

Pip

Jun. 8th, 2017 04:35 pm
finlay_flynn: (a mess)
(continued from here)

The hot water felt good against his aching bones, and Fin stayed beneath the spray until his fingers began to prune and the room grew so thick with steam that he couldn't see the door anymore.

When he emerged, he was damp and pink, dressed in pajama bottoms and one of Will's shirts. If he was honest, he wanted nothing more than to become a fox and curl up under the covers- But he knew that Pippa wouldn't be pleased if he just tried to hide from whatever it was that was happening.
finlay_flynn: (lost in my thoughts)
It had been some time since he'd last spoken with Kersen, and it was that alone that had led the young fae to the vampire's club. He'd been a shit friend, as dreadful at calling and texting people as ever, and an impulsive visit for a chat and drinks had seemed like a good way to make up for his absence.

The place was as popular as ever, and when Fin hadn't spotted Kersen right away, he'd found himself chatting with some other vampires instead. Now and then his gaze would flicker to the bar or the piano, keeping an eye out for his friend, an act that didn't go unnoticed by the men he was currently drinking with. ...Or, rather, drinking near. None of them appeared to have ordered anything yet.

"Looking for someone?" one of them asked. He was, Fin assumed, the leader of this little group of friends. He'd been the first to speak to him, the one to insist Fin come chat. He was tall and quite handsome, if not a bit older looking than most of the vampires Fin had met so far. He'd seemed friendly enough though, even now as a slight frown curled his lips.

"Oh, um- Well, I was hoping to run into Kersen, actually. Do you know him?" Fin asked.

"Of course, everyone does, don't they?" the vampire replied. "Why don't we see if he's out back? Might have stepped out to take a call..."

Fin hummed a bit and nodded, not noticing the slightly put out looks on the other vampire's faces as as he got to his feet. "Yeah, I could fancy a smoke anyway," he confessed as he followed the bloke outside and around towards the back. "So, you know Kersen well then?" he asked once they were alone.

Hex

May. 15th, 2017 12:51 am
finlay_flynn: (Default)
Fin hadn't exactly been avoiding Hex, but he hadn't made a point of reaching out to him much lately either. Things were just too hard most of the time when they were alone together. There was this friction between them, a spark that Fin found hard to ignore- Especially when it seemed to ignite his magic in a way few other things did. 

This was business though,  the team that was taking over all of Stanley's accounts- Or were hoping to, anyway- Had asked if Fin would reach out to Hex on their behalf. He could have said no, he was sure they wouldn't have been bothered, but Fin was shit at saying no to people still. That's how he'd wound up inviting the other man over for tea, and why he was currently standing in the middle of his kitchen, staring down his kettle while he relaxed his mind and body, reassuring himself for the millionth time that he could control himself better now. That he had his magic under control.

Will

Apr. 17th, 2017 02:38 pm
finlay_flynn: (fox - fluff ball)
Will had been gone far longer than Fin had expected, long enough that he was starting to worry. There was no cell service on the other side though and he knew better than to go hunting for him. He barely knew his way around the few places there he actually knew- There was no way he'd go wandering anywhere strange and new. He was no good to the other fae if he was lost.

Instead he'd been staying home more, leaving the set the moment filming was done and lingering by the mirror the other fae had left through. Often, he found himself as a fox, curled up by the mirror and whining softly to himself. Tonight was no different.

He'd dragged a pillow over beside it, and the white pile of fluff looked less like a prince and more like a neglected pet as he sat quietly, waiting.

Will

Jan. 3rd, 2017 10:47 pm
finlay_flynn: (fox - sleepy)
Fin had slept all morning, still in his fox form, curled up on a cushion and looking extra fluffy.  He slept peacefully, but waking up was far from a treat. His hangover had him wobbling on four paws, trying to hop down off the bed, and then whining loudly.

Hungover fox. Dizzy fox, he sulked.

He really needed to shift back into his human self, but his headache was making that a touch impossible. He needed to sober up first.

House

Jan. 3rd, 2017 09:07 pm
finlay_flynn: (frail and thoughtful)
He'd been working everyday since New Years Eve, filming episodes of a new show- Or, well, a reboot of an old show, but one that the Beeb seemed to have a lot of faith in. It was much more physical than Viewfinder or any of the mini's he'd done had been though, and during a minor stunt that involved jumping over several small obstacles, Fin had gotten slightly wound up in the long coat his character wore, and had found himself on his backside.

Despite insisting he was fine, he'd been taken to the ER to have his ankle looked at. Something about insurance and health and safety... Whatever. Either way, apparently this was how his day was going now. Best to just go along with it.

"Any prior injuries?" the pleasant female doctor asked. She'd been smiling since he'd walked in, and though she was playing it cool, he could tell she was a fan. So now they were both doing that awkward dance where they both pretended she wasn't. She'd steal an extra glance, and he'd pretend not to notice and just smile- Desperate to make sure that when she told all her friends about it, the story was a pleasant one.

"To my ankle? No. ...No, I don't think so," Fin replied, glancing at the clock and wondering how long he was going to be here. 
finlay_flynn: (fox - srs)
When he wasn't working, and there was nowhere he needed to be, Fin found himself spending quite a bit of time in his fox form. All white fur and small paws, he trotted around the flat quite happily, poking around in places he'd never found interesting before. It was remarkable the amount of new and interesting places there were to sleep when you were a fox. From sofa cushions on the floor, to empty packaging from things purchased online. ...He'd even been known to share Keats' bed- Something the poor dog found very confusing.

Now and then he'd sneak out to the garden, chasing birds or sleeping under the bench, There was a lot of sleeping to be done, it seemed. Nearly as much sleeping as there was eating.

Occasionally he'd curl up on Will's pillow, inhaling the scent of the other fae until he felt warm and content.

He'd even attempted to bathe as a fox once, just out of curiosity, but that hadn't gone very well.

The best thing though, the best thing ever, was to find places to hide. Open cupboards, little shoe boxes... Any small space he could wriggle his way into and lurk. He liked to find quiet spaces like that, and then simply watch Will while he worked on his music. Small and sneaky, he crept about and observed. ...Not that being sneaky ever lasted. He would always eventually slink out of his secret spot to climb into Will's lap for a short nap. Or curl up beside the sleeping fae to share his warmth.

He felt safe as a fox. Protected somehow. ...Enough so that he wondered why he ever bothered being human at all.

Jack

Dec. 31st, 2016 01:24 am
finlay_flynn: (Fin)
from here

Fin nuzzled at him a bit, then nipped again, sharp teeth scraping against skin.

"Have you ever caught a fae before though? I think it'll be hard to get me in there, unless I want to go," he taunted.

finlay_flynn: (Default)
from here 

Fin grinned, moving off his lap.
 
"Bloody right it is," he nodded, settling back on his knees and unfastening the doctor's trousers. He was allowed to have a little detour from his party after all. Just a bit of fun, then back to dancing and greeting the guests.

Will

Oct. 1st, 2016 11:35 pm
finlay_flynn: (pale)
It was late, and there was a long moment where he thought he might just go to bed. In fact, he even went into his flat first, changing into pyjama bottoms, and sitting on his bed.

He sat there for a long moment, then slowly got to his feet, feeling his way along to the room he and Will had once shared, his magic reaching out and feeling for the other fae. He couldn't see, but he knew Will was sleeping, and after a moment he climbed into bed beside him, settling in close against the other Fae's back.

Greg

Sep. 15th, 2016 12:11 am
finlay_flynn: (Default)
from here

Fin hesitated visibly, then wet his lips.

"Um, well, I quite being bound," he offered, deciding that was mainstream enough these days that House wouldn't find it too shocking. "I don't need it though, I mean Will's not into those sorts of things, not really."

Jack

Sep. 11th, 2016 06:28 pm
finlay_flynn: (Default)
from here

 "I've only been once," Fin admitted. "The owner, however, made it clear I'm always welcome.
 
Inside was as plain as the outside, a single man at a small desk, who looked at Fin for a long moment, but spoke only to Jack. A simple action that made it clear what sort of client they generally catered to.

"There are no penthouses or suites available at this time, but there are two rooms currently available. Grey or Black, both free for the entire night if needed," the man said.

Leaning in, Fin spoke in Jack's ear. "Grey means a bigger room, but less- amenities. Black is smaller, but offers more options. Both will be nice rooms, and there's no obligation to use anything provided."

Angelique

Aug. 15th, 2016 02:50 pm
finlay_flynn: (hair)
from here

The girl in front of the changing rooms was young, well dressed and pretty, her golden hair piled up on her head. She was arranging items on a nearby rack, but Fin could see she had her phone in one hand, clearly texting with someone rather than working. She was so invested in the conversation she was tapping out, that it wasn't until he was at her side that she even seemed to notice him.

A short conversation and a carefully passed bill, and suddenly the rooms were marked as closed and she was turning a blind eye as he gestured for Angelique to follow him inside.
finlay_flynn: (Blind Prince and Forgotten Queen)
He quite liked living with Pippa, if he was honest. His sister had a rhythm to her life that was easy to fall into. Beneath the madness and the chaos that was her flat, she had an order to her life that he envied. She woke early, went for a run, had her tea and did her yoga. She had work hours and 'office' hours, and then a set time where she had her dinner or called it a day. She wasn't shy about chasing him out of the flat when he was in the way, and had split her office in half so he could have a place to sit and write. In the evenings they watched old films together, and Pippa would often entertain him with stories of her travels and her many cases.

It was new, and yet it felt right. There was something about the way their magic reached out and intertwined, the way they could have whole conversations without saying a word. It was comforting. It was home.

They also seemed aware of the same things, like the way the air just smelled wrong tonight. The way the clouds hung too low, and the mirror seemed to be watching them. Wordlessly, they exchanged a look filled with a shared knowledge that tonight wasn't going to be like any other. Something had changed, something was coming.

"We should get out of here," Fin said finally. "We both know something's on the way, so why are we sitting here? Why are we just waiting?"

Pippa was silent for a moment, then wet her lips with a flick of her tongue. "Because we already know what it is. We've felt it before, we just didn't know what it was then," she added softly.

"I don't know what it is now, Pippa," Fin insisted, looking confused.

Pippa tilted her head, watching him with a confused frown. "You didn't feel that? ...It felt like loss. It felt like... It felt like when father died. I think- I think whoever comes through that mirror is only going to have one thing to say. They're going to tell us grandfather has passed," she said softly. "It makes sense. Why he came to us recently, why he reached out. He knew he was running out of time."

Fin was silent for a moment, then exhaled with a shiver. "And what if you're wrong? What if they're coming to kill me again?" he asked.

"Then we fight," Pippa said calmly. "But running isn't the answer, it'll only prolong the problem.

They were both silent for a while after that, Pippa returning to the book she'd been reading while Fin tried not to drift off to sleep on the sofa.

It was midnight when the mirror began to ripple and sing, a fair skinned creature stepping through just as Fin woke and sat up in his seat and Pippa reached for a knife she kept hidden nearby- Not that she had a chance to grab it before the creature froze them both in place.

"I'm not here to quarrel," it said, pushing violet hair back from it's face as it observed the pair. "I come with news, and the need to set things back on their right path. Your grandfather is dead, and you, Kelly Pippa Flynn, as the eldest of your remaining bloodline, now wear his title. Ruler of the trooping fae. Forgotten Queen of the Wilds."

Frozen from the neck down, Pippa frowned and tried to stand. "If that's all you've come to say, why freeze us? We hardly knew our grandfather, and Forgotten Queen hardly sounds like a title worth getting upset over."

The fae glanced at Fin then, a sadness in his eyes. "Because there is still unfinished business. Before he passed, your grandfather managed to broker some peace- But there's a price. There is always a price."

Fin tried to struggle, but he couldn't move at all, even as his heart began to race.

"Things must continue on as they were intended to be. The Forgotten Queen in power, and The Blind Prince at her side. You both fill the roles you were meant to play, and the fighting ends. Together you restore power to the wild fae, create a balance in the lands that has been missing so long few even recall it- And Finlay may return to his Seelie love if he chooses- For a price I don't think is very high."

"Don't," Fin said finally, his voice soft and broken. "Please don't."

Pippa wasn't nearly so meek though, fighting the magic that held her in place. "If you hurt him, I will end you!" she warned, her voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the whole flat.

"So it must be then, I accept my fate for what I must do," the fae said softly, reaching out and covering Fin's eyes with his hand.

The first time he'd gone blind, it had been pure pain, with strange shadows and faint lights. The doctors had been able to help a little, restoring it to a point, but that hadn't lasted long, and soon it had just been... Dark. This time- It was different this time. The world went dark, but only for a moment. In what felt like an instant his magic took over, reaching out to study the room for him, and painting a portrait in his mind. It wasn't perfect, but- It was something. Like living in some strange and twisted little picture book.

A small mercy.

He could hear Pippa swearing and yelling, his magic offering him a taste of the anger on her face as the fae retreated to the mirror. He couldn't focus though. It was all a soft blur or images. More a Monet than a Sargent.

The spell broke, and he felt Pippa reach his side before his mind could catch up and show her there.

"Oh god, Fin?" she said quietly, her hands shaking even though he could tell she was trying to sound calm. 

Reaching out, Fin touched her face, his hand going still as the image became clearer. Suddenly she was photo realistic in a sea of spilled paint.

"It's okay," he said quietly. "I'm okay, Pippa. ...I think- I think it's finally over."

Robin

Aug. 1st, 2016 10:38 pm
finlay_flynn: (Default)
from here

 "Classy," Fin said, looking up at the mirror, then laughing. 

Usually Fin's laugh was warm and rich, but it seemed hollow now. Like a man laughing because he knew laughing was what he should do, not because he felt mirth. 

Turning, he started to unbutton his shirt. 

Hex

Jul. 12th, 2016 11:17 pm
finlay_flynn: (actor)
Hex had called earlier to see how he was doing, and Fin had been pleased to hear his friend sounding sober and somewhat cheerful. Pleased enough that he'd started to flirt a bit, eventually building up to an invitation to a night out.

He'd picked somewhere a bit posher than Hitch. A private club that he'd been invited to after his tape had leaked.

He'd warned Hex that the dress code here was a bit different. Suits or designer menswear on the main floor, with the darker things hidden down below in private rooms. So  Fin was dressed quite well tonight, smart trousers, a silk shirt, and his hair neatly combed. He sat at a table near the back, watching the door for Hex's arrival.

Will

Jul. 10th, 2016 11:36 pm
finlay_flynn: (fluffy headed boy)
Continued from here

Fin couldn't help but laugh brightly, leaning into Will and resting his head on the other fae's shoulder. Maybe they wouldn't be alone, but home sounded like a very good idea.

 
It was a short ride home, and soon enough they were stepping into the lift that would take them to their flat.

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