Fin

[petty_dabbler]

He could never catch a fucking break. Honestly. There was no other explanation. It simply stood to reason that the one thing he needed, he needed help to get. And not just any help. Fae help. And John knew that none of the fae who knew him would want to help.

And so he picked Fin, who probably wasn't as murderous toward him as some of the others. Probably.

He hung about outside the stage door. An overhead light buzzed as he leaned against the wall beneath it, smoking his way through a new pack.

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[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin stepped outside, then stopped and started to head back inside at the sight of John.

[petty_dabbler]

"No, Fin, wait. Please. Talk to me just a minute," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin sighed, turning back towards John.

"What do you want?" he asked quietly.

[petty_dabbler]

"I need your help. And I know that's rich, even having the balls to ask, but here I am. Help," he said, uncommonly earnest. If he had any hope to stop the trainwreck about to happen, he need a very specific crystal, only in the fae lands. Hence, the need for a fae.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin frowned slightly, not eager to offer his help to someone who loathed him.

"I think if you want my help I'm going to need a damn good reason and full explanation," the fae said quietly.

[petty_dabbler]

"There's a little girl going to be claimed by fairies in three days, unless I can get a black stone from the crystal lakes of the fae lands and, well, you're the only fae I know who might even help save her," he explained quickly. "I just need a way in, a guide, and a way out. Easy peasy."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin chewed his bottom lip, then nodded. John had been nothing but unkind to him, but a little girl didn't deserve to suffer just because this man was an asshole.

"Alright," he said softly. "I know the way to the lakes, I can get you there."

[petty_dabbler]

"I'll follow your lead. Is three days here enough time?" he asked, flicking his butt away and straightening so he could move. "Time's different, right?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Ample. We'll not be gone more than a few hours here," Fin assured him. "Let's go back to my flat, easier to take a path I know."

[petty_dabbler]

"You want me to meet you there, or do you know me enough to get in my car?" he asked.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You can drive," Fin said quietly, but he was visibly nervous.

[petty_dabbler]

John's car was a rolling tragedy, but the important part was that it rolled. He fired it up and the engine protested angrily before settling into a sullen growl.

"Buckle up," he said, then they were on their way. The Sex Pistols played from the cassette deck in the dash and the ashtray overflowed. The car was perfectly John's.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin didn't talk, but did sing along under his breath, head resting against the window as he looked out at the city rolling by. He didn't seem bothered by the mess, or the ash that got on his shoes.

[petty_dabbler]

"You like punk?" he asked, lighting up another at the stop light. "Actual punk, I mean."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin hummed, nodding a bit even though he was still looking out the window. "Sex Pistols are alright, though hard to enjoy now given what a tory twat Rotten turned out to be," he said, freely chatting even now while visibly tense.

"I like Tom Robinson," he noted.

[petty_dabbler]

"You prefer English or American?" he asked, glad to have something to chat about that wouldn't lead to a fight. He needed Fin in on this.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"British, I suppose- I like most music though, always have," he admitted. "I play a little- Not that I'm very good."

He trailed off as they reached the flat, assuring the doorman that John was fine as they headed up to Fin's.

Stepping inside, no one seemed to be home, and Fin left a detailed note for Hex before heading into the bedroom where there was a full length mirror.

"I just need to get changed and we can go."

[petty_dabbler]

John lifted his arm and looked at a watch that wasn't there.

"Tick tock," he said to urge him on.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Usually Fin would have had something to say about John rushing him when he'd asked the favour- But this wasn't about John, it was about an innocent.

So Fin said nothing, slipping into the closet to change and emerging in something slightly more comfortable to move in. A loose shirt and jeans, well worn.

Walking over to the mirror, he hesitated a beat before tapping it lightly, opening the path through to the other side and then offering John his hand so they could pass through together.

[petty_dabbler]

The second he stepped through he began to itch. He'd expected something, he knew he wouldn't exactly be welcome.

"Nice place. Pretty," he noted. "Which way?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"North east from here, there's a path just past that clearing," Fin said, starting to walk- Only to be stopped by a large branch that slowly came down before him.

"Sweet nypmh, dryad child of the forest, why do you bring this man to our realm?"

Fin seemed startled, but composed himself quickly.

"I'm no child, I'm the trooping prince, and my business is none of yours," the fae said firmly, watching as the branch lifted.

"Apologies meliae," the tree said.

Fin relaxed and nodded, gesturing for John to follow.

[petty_dabbler]

"The trooping prince, huh?" he asked once they were well past the trees. "That get you in to all the good parties?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What it gets me is burned alive, remember?" Fin replied dryly. "And married to abusive assholes. Just a fount of opportunities..."

[petty_dabbler]

"Just weird to be singing along with Sid then turn around and throw out some proper title," he said as they walked along. He was struck by how genuinely beautiful it was.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's just a title," Fin replied with a small shrug, stepping carefully over some mushrooms. "One I didn't know was mine until somewhat recently. It doesn't mean anything really, but they like titles here, and that works to our advantage."