Fin and John

[petty_dabbler]

People had this idea of the occult. All dark and spooky, like. Or else they thought of crystals and incense and vagina detoxes or what have you. For John it was just shopping.

He'd stopped at the butcher's and picked up pig blood, then went to Tesco for the rest, like candles and a sharpie. Salt. Lots of salt.

He looked down his list and scowled. John raised his head to try to see where he should go, but only saw...the man had been much thinner in the asylum but John was sure it was the same bloke.

"Well enough to shop? You look better without that tube," he said. He had already accepted that if he wasn't the same man then he'd just look like a nutter. Except...he wasn't usually wrong when his gut told him something.

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[petty_dabbler]

"You friends with the other fae there?" John asked

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What other fae?" Fin asked, pausing, then frowning. "You mean Will? No, no he isn't a friend."

[petty_dabbler]

"Weird coincidence. Two fae who aren't friends..." he said. "Magic's funny like that."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"We have a history is all, we're not strangers," he admitted.

[petty_dabbler]

"Now that's a juicy tidbit," he said. "Trouble in paradise?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's complicated," was all Fin would say to that.

[petty_dabbler]

"Fairies are always complicated," he chuckled. "So many stupid rules."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"And how would you know that?" Fin asked. "You're clearly not fae, I'd have felt it- So I ask again, what are you?"

[petty_dabbler]

"I'm a warlock," he said, the simplest answer for a very convoluted resume.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh," Fin said, pausing and then admitting. "I don't really know what that is."

[petty_dabbler]

John wet his lips, then sucked his teeth.

"It's what you say when you're not a big enough wanker to think you're a wizard," he said. Not really, but it would suffice.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"So, they're the same thing then?" Fin asked, still confused.

[petty_dabbler]

"There's nuances," he said. Every wizard he'd met had been a pretentious twat.

"And I'm awfully good at pulling your card," he added with a cheeky smile.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's magic reached out for him again, though it did seem to be trying to be more subtle now, not touching so much as dancing around him, looking for his magic.

[petty_dabbler]

John crackled like fire. The magic he had, and the aether he could draw from like a conduit made his power burn like the sun. And this time he just watched Fin's face as he took a little lookie-loo again. John wondered if he'd enjoy it. Almost no one else did.

"So?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin tilted his head slightly, not bothered by the aggressive and bright spark of magic.

"Interesting," Fin said simply.

[petty_dabbler]

"It's nothing like fae magic," he shrugged.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No," Fin agreed. "It burns hot and bright. That's interesting."

[petty_dabbler]

"The only people who think it's interesting want to harness it," he said. A woman walked by with her trolley and glared at them.

"Should probably take this outside. Old battle axe," he said, watching her backside.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin looked in his basket, the vegan meats and wine.

"Why don't you walk me home?" he suggested, starting for the checkout.

[petty_dabbler]

"You don't have a car?" John asked. "I'll give you a ride."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't know if I should get in a car with a stranger," Fin pointed out.

[petty_dabbler]

"That's probably a fair point," he agreed, loading his unusual collection of items to be rung up.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin looked at the other man's shopping as a clerk rang his up, and he raised a brow.

"Throwing a party?" he asked.

[petty_dabbler]

"Exorcism."

He pulled out his money and straightened it.

"No party you want to come to."