With looming threats on all sides, Fin had taken to carrying a dagger, as Will had asked, and also to walking Winter to and from his dance class when Phouka was busy elsewhere. He knew it was making the pixie a little mad, not being allowed out unescorted, but the pixie had suffered enough in his short life, and Fin would protect him from further harm as best as he could.
“She asked if I would be willing to play a girl's part, but why are parts for only one or the other?” Winter asked, pulling Fin from his thoughts as they cut through the park. It was getting dark, but Fin wasn't worried. They were nearly home after all.
“Hmm? Oh, well, they just are, Winter. Though boys play girls and vice versa sometimes,” Fin assured him.
“I am pretty like girls are,” Winter chirped, and while anyone else would have sounded arrogant saying such a thing, Winter sort of got away with it simply by being so sweet looking.
“You're a bit pointy though,” Fin teased, smiling with the pixie scowled- A look that made him appear extra pointy.
“I can be pointy and pretty,” Winter huffed, though he relaxed a bit when Fin reached over to ruffle his hair.
Fin was about to say something more, but he paused at the odd sound of- Was that thunder? The skies had been clear all day, and- No, no that sound had almost an electric crackle to it. ...It was familiar somehow, and Fin's fingers curled around the dagger in his pocket. Had the park been this empty before? Suddenly it was as if no one was in sight, and- Oh. Oh, that wasn't good.
Thick fog slowly began to roll in, and Fin opened his mouth to speak Will's name, only to find he couldn't.
His next instinct was to protect Winter, and he caught the pixie by his shoulders. “Winter, can you speak... Can you- Can you say his name?” Fin asked, finding that he couldn't even speak part of Will's name- As it the air was charmed to silence such things.
Winter understood, and opened his mouth to try- Then let out a whimper. “I can't, his name wont leave my lips!” the pixie gasped.
“Shh, it's alright, it's okay. I need you to listen to me, Winter. I want you to make yourself small, as tiny as you can, and then fly up to that hollow in that tree. Do you see it? Good. You're to hide in there and not come out until I say so. And if something happens to me, anything at all, you are to stay there until tomorrow, or until you can speak his name. Do not leave until it's safe, Winter. Promise me,” Fin said firmly.
The fair haired pixie looked distraught, but nodded, shrinking himself down and taking off.
“Come out,” Fin said calmly, sounding bolder than he felt as he looked around. “The theatrics really aren't necessary. Show yourself and state your purpose.”
Fin wasn't sure what to expect, but a nearly seven foot tall man with skin paler than Winter's, and hair the colour of a polluted sea, was not it. The fae stepped closer, and Fin held his dagger tighter, his heart beating so fast he feared it would fail him.
“You are Finlay Fin, Fae, bound to the prince, Willy Silver. Is this correct?” it asked.
Fin wet his lips, taking a step back and nodding. “Yes. Yes I am. Who are you?” he asked, voice low and fighting to remain calm.
“That's not important,” the fae replied, drawing his sword. “You will kneel, and I will make this swift and painless.”
Fin looked at the sword, then at the creature. Fin was not a fighter, he just wasn't, and though his powers were starting to manifest here and there, he was absolutely no match for this opponent. He had a dagger, three inches long, iron- This fae, this creature, had a sword that was longer than Fin's arm. If he lunged at the creature, he'd be dead in an instant. It moved slowly, yes, but- Would it be slow if he attacked? Would he even get close before it drove that sword right through him?
Honestly, his odds of survival didn't seem very good, but- Luck had been on his side in the past. All he needed was one good cut. One slice in the right place and he might get away. Fin wasn't an expert, but he could see that the creature's own blade wasn't iron, which seemed worth noting. Instead it was some kind of engraved steel, so sharp that the edge looked like it could slice through anything- Certainly bone. So Fin could only assume he was being asked to kneel because- Well, that would certainly make removing his head a bit easier. Not that the creature needed more of a height advantage.
He was running out of time to think this out, and his mind kept returning to Winter, hiding in the tree. He didn't want the pixie to see this. If he failed, he didn't want to die knowing Winter had to witness it.
“I said, kneel, Finlay Flynn. You do not want to fight me,” the creature said, making it clear that the time to think was up.
“I don't get to speak my piece then?” Fin asked, trying to buy more time. “There's not some fae council I get to plead in front of? All these stupid rituals and wars you have, and you're just going to pop my head off in the park? Seems a bit anticlimactic, don't you think?”
The creature only put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him to his knees.
Head Of Troubled Gay Actor Found In Park, that's what the tabloids would read. That was the thought Fin had as he curled his fingers tighter around the stubby little dagger, and watched the fae move to stand behind him.
If I pull this off, if I live- I really am the luckiest bastard in London.
He'd done a scene like this. Okay, he hadn't fought back in that scene, he'd simply had his head chopped off via CGI, but it had taken some time to block. He recalled how important distance was, how close his executioner had to stand. That man hadn't been this tall, but...
Fuck it. if he was going to die, he should at least die fighting.
Fin saw the shadow of the sword being lifted, thanks to the unflattering and weak glow of the park lights, and before it could be lifted high enough to strike, he turned and buried the dagger in his attacker's ankle, twisting it and then pulling it back out as he rolled away.
The creature fell, and the magic around them shook.
“WILLY SILVER!” Fin shouted, scrambling away still, his gaze flickering up to the tree to see if Winter was still safe. With Will here, they could finish this fight.