finlay_flynn: (Default)
continued from here

Fin didn't seem bothered by the nudity, and he began to peel off his shirt, tossing it into a nearby hamper.

"It feels like it's been such a long day," he admitted as he continued to strip down to his briefs.
finlay_flynn: (Default)
from here

Fin took his time sweeping, doing his best not to think on what he was cleaning up as he brushed it out the front door and watched it blow away in the wind.

No one needed to know what had happened tonight.
Heading back inside, he was considering one more cup of tea before heading off to meet Eliot when he noticed the kitchen window was wide open. Strange, he was sure it had been locked. A strong gust of wind blew through it, carrying the scent of honey and fresh bread. It was enough to distract the young fae as magic began to coil around him and a soft voice spoke in his ear.

Sleep now young prince. Go to sleep.
The effect was instantaneous, and Fin crumpled to the floor oblivious to the large fae looming above him, its teal skin shimmering in the faint light of the kitchen as it moved to lift him.


Nov. 14th, 2018 07:22 pm
finlay_flynn: (blue top)
Once Halloween had faded and the mainland had returned to its usual coastal self, Fin in turn had returned to his usual routine. Most mornings were spent painting or writing, followed by a wander along the shoreline to see if anything interesting had washed up. Most days he found little more than sea glass and shells, but today he'd found something unusual, something of note. Today he'd found a leather jacket, well worn and loved. It had a heavy weight to it, and though Fin had never seen it before in his life, there was something about the look of it and the scent it still carried that felt painfully familiar and precious to him somehow.

Dusting the sand off, Fin held it close for a long moment before pulling it on. It was slightly too large, clearly made for someone taller and slightly broader than himself, but it still hugged his body in a way that felt normal. Like it had hung from his shoulders dozens of times before. 

His magic liked it too, he could feel it crackling and tingling beneath his skin as he slipped his hands into the coat pockets and began to head off towards The Dome for lunch.


Sep. 22nd, 2018 10:52 pm
finlay_flynn: (Default)
from here

Fin toed off his shoes and stripped down a little, revealing a slightly bruised torso as he moved to lay down on the bed. He'd hoped getting out of the city might make what had happened feel less intense, but- No. It was still there, still clawing at him.


Aug. 23rd, 2018 07:42 pm
finlay_flynn: (glow)
It had been less than a week since his overdose, less than a week and again he'd found a small stash of something just waiting for him. Begging him to slip again. It was coke this time, barely more than a line or two- Which was fine, right? He could take that, he could handle that.

He'd always been a little self destructive. Always a looking for something to make his mind just... Stop. Just for a little while. 

Hex was watching him like a hawk it felt like, and it was late in the day when he finally managed to slip off to the Dome. There, in the empty bathroom, he set up two lines.


Aug. 22nd, 2018 09:03 pm
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from here

Fin grinned, squeezing Hex's hand and keeping close to his side.
"You gonna give me a hint?" he asked as they reached the cottage.


Aug. 20th, 2018 08:06 pm
finlay_flynn: (Default)
From Here

"Is the smarm part of the seduction or just thrown in for fun?" Fin asked with a laugh.


Jun. 19th, 2018 12:49 pm
finlay_flynn: (ugly jumper)
It had been some time now since the portal had vanished, and Fin was only slightly closer to crafting something that would inhibit his magic when he wanted to be certain he was in control- Not it. He had a solid idea of how it needed to be done, having tested some less than ideal variations first, and was armed with more knowledge than ever before. However, he still lacked the talent to do much about it. He'd considered going to Eliot for guidance, but truthfully he knew the best person to turn to was Felix. After all, the wizard had known another incarnation of him and was armed with knowledge and warnings that Fin knew now he absolutely needed to take to heart.
His brief visit to the home of his other self had been unsettling, and it had left him apprehensive and uncertain about, well, everything. However, Fin allowed himself to feel hopeful as he knocked on Shannon and Felix's door.
"Felix? Are you in?" he called, hoping he wasn't disturbing them. Though it wasn't as though he could call ahead he supposed.


Jun. 9th, 2018 11:02 pm
finlay_flynn: (blue)
After finding himself in London, and the other Fin's flat, and after traveling there again with Hex in tow, Fin had, mostly, been keeping to himself. He'd been decorating the flat with some of the odds and ends they'd pinched, and was slowly going through all the clothes and hanging them up.

He was folding trousers when he found them- A bottle of pills. He knew what they were without reading the script, but it was the name on them that made him pause. Twenty minutes later he was at Greg's door, knocking lightly.

"Greg? Are you home?" he called.


May. 21st, 2018 11:03 pm
finlay_flynn: (soft boi)
He'd spent most of his day in the computer lab, reading poetry and free books. Sure, he could read in the library, but online he could search for what he wanted, rather than dig around for hours. Most of it was classic literature anyway, and archived all over. 

When he'd finally grown tired of that, he'd eventually wandered into the theater. Tonight there was no theme as far as he could tell, and he'd happily daydreamed himself into the main role of a few films before slinking off home. It was late by the time he got in, the sun setting and the air growing cool. He wondered sometimes if Hex minded the way he just vanished some days, but never stopped to ask. He was sure if Hex cared, he'd make it known.

"Hello?" he called out curiously, wondering if the other man was even in.


May. 12th, 2018 08:37 pm
finlay_flynn: (kiss)
from here

Fin knew it was coming, had asked for it, but it was still a bit of a shock as his back hit the door and Hex kissed him roughly.

He whimpered into the kiss, surrendering with a moan as he let himself go.


May. 6th, 2018 10:37 pm
finlay_flynn: (Default)
continued from here

Fin let out a soft gasp, bucking up slightly and nodding a little. Sober, he might have thought this was a bad idea. Tipsy- Well, tipsy he was just following where his magic led him.

"Yes, let's..."


Apr. 2nd, 2018 10:02 pm
finlay_flynn: (fire)
He was still adjusting to having magic, adjusting to the strange jumble of foreign memories in his head. He had moments here and there where he lost time- Never long, just a minute, but enough that he was a touch uneasy afterwards. The trade off for lost moments seemed to be thoughts gained though, like this morning when he'd looked at the stupid crown he'd gotten for Christmas, and realized it was his. That for some reason, he was worthy of a crown. ...A fae prince, Winter had told him.

Right, yeah. ...Prince Finlay. Of course. ...Whatever.

Afternoon approached, and Fin found himself heading over to Robin's, his crown sitting lopsided on his head as he knocked on the door. He couldn't explain it, Robin was just one of the people here he felt drawn to. ...Emotionally attached to, even. It was like the other Fin's desires were alive within him- Or tangled with his own? 

Fuck it, maybe they weren't anyone's but his, who could say?

"Rob? Robin, are you in?" he called out curiously.
finlay_flynn: (worried)
He'd been having strange dreams lately, terrible dreams. They felt so real- Dreams where his vision became impaired, dreams where men hurt him as he begged them to stop... Dreams where he was locked away in a dark room, held by a man with a soft voice and foul breath. Vivid nightmares that left him trembling and shaking. 
On top of that, Finlay found himself growing even weaker than usual lately, his bones frail, his arms tired. His head pounded so hard that writing became impossible, and though he rarely ate, when he did the food was often rejected, leaving him hunched over the toilet and struggling not to faint.
Today it was the worst it had ever been. He'd not dared to have more than a cup of coffee, and yet here he was, hunched over a toilet in the dome's lower bathroom, spitting up bile as his empty stomach continued to clench and expunge itself. His shoulders were shaking, and he felt a rush of panic as a drop of blood hit the rim of the bowl. Reaching up, he could feel his nose bleeding, and he trembled as he became more and more aware of how dizzy he felt. 
What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn't be sick, the dead couldn't get sick, surely...
His head was spinning, his chest tight, and his pulse... His pulse? His pulse that was usually shallow and slow was suddenly loud in his ears. It was steady and strong, too loud in his ears, he thought- Just as his grip on the bowl loosened and he crashed to the floor.


Feb. 16th, 2018 09:14 pm
finlay_flynn: (Default)
The day after their session, or whatever one might call it, Fin slept in. ...Not that it was strange for him to do so, but he seemed more content than usual, less tense and guarded as he lay curled up on his side, his face pressed against his pillow.. He was at peace in a way he rarely was, no matter how much he smiled or how brightly he seemed to laugh, there was often a dark cloud following the actor around- But not today. Not now.


Feb. 14th, 2018 07:04 pm
finlay_flynn: (pensive or wtvr)
(continued from here)

"Right, okay. ...What do you mean, exactly, by gear though?" Fin asked as he started to get up, his confusion genuine. Despite his own private fantasies, he'd never gone out of his way to learn about the things he daydreamed about, always assuming it was a dark path he didn't want to wander down. Hex though... Hex made it seem safer.


Dec. 20th, 2017 10:29 pm
finlay_flynn: (tilted right)
Fin had spent most of the day taking Felix's advice and performing poetry in the streets of the whimsical little Christmas city. He'd drawn a decent crowds, and as evening came he had a fair amount of coin to spend. ...But rather than bother with food or drink, Finlay had slunk off to a little shop dealing in art supplies and fine papers, spending his lot on several sketchbooks, pastels, oil paints and brushes- As well as a small leather bound journal to write in. In truth he'd likely spent more than he'd made, but the shop keeper with his twinkling eyes and warm smile had assured him he had exactly enough.

Hauling it back to town, Fin dropped most of it off back home, taking only a good pen and his leather bound journal along with him to the dome.

Sitting on the floor, he wrote quickly, jotting words down and occasionally pausing to sketch something out before turning the page. Once, then again and again and- :"Ow! Fuck me," he muttered, looking down at his hand and the fine, but deep, paper cut near the top of his pointer finger. Cuts were a miserable thing for Fin. They either bled very little and scabbed over in massive globs, or bled for ages, and took forever to heal. ... This one was definitely a bleeder, and he did his best to avoid dripping over everything as he rushed to the kitchen and turned on the tap.

"Sorry," he muttered as he gently pushed past someone and stuck his hand under the cold water.


Aug. 3rd, 2017 02:53 pm
finlay_flynn: (Default)
from here

Fin was content to be led along, smiling as he settled in on Greg's lap and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Leaning closer, he rested his forehead against the other man's and closed his eyes, enjoying the simple intimacy of the moment before moving to kiss him again.
finlay_flynn: (so srs)
Spent most of the day with an old friend today. Parker Devon and I met on the set of Viewfinder, but he never returned for season two. He'd been offered a part on an American crime drama that would pay nearly twice as much- I can't blame him for taking it. Unfortunately the show hasn't been picked up for renewal, and we spent most of our evening at the bar discussing missed opportunities and parts we regret taking. 

He asked if I was really walking away from my new gig at the BBC, and I told him I wasn't sure. Apparently they've put filming on hold in hopes I'll come back, that's what my management teams says. I don't know if I want to do that anymore though. The idea was pitched that I do a farewell episode before someone new takes over the part- That might be more suited to my wants. Though the more I spoke with Parker, the more I wondered if I wasn't making a mistake. There are only so many parts up for grabs, and millions of actors looking for a role. Perhaps I should stay, and just negotiate more time for theater work and serious roles. After all, it's not that I don't love the series, I just...

I want more. I want parts I can dig my teeth into. Time Strider is good fun and all, but sometimes I want more than fun. There's an audition in August for a mini series based on an updated version of Winter's Tale. ...I'm terribly keen. Now I know exactly when I need to be back in London. Just before August first.


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