Fin

[petty_dabbler]

Fawn had given John the pass code so he could come inside without Fawn needing to be there to give permission. And so, naturally, John took advantage of it. He had his feet up, watching a video, when he heard the door.

"I brought some beer, love. And some chocolate. Come see, this is the newest bit of your sho-" he said, slowly turning to look at Fawn.

But it wasn't Fawn.

John sat bolt upright and scrambled to his feet.

"Fin," he said, his throat tight.

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[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin couldn't believe he actually felt bad for him. ...But he did.

Sitting up, he moved so he was beside him.

"If what you say is true- There is a chance he's your... Or, rather, you're his- There isn't a word for it in your language. Soul mate? That is close I guess. ...If he were to use his gift with you, he might feel it. It could unlock something."

[petty_dabbler]

"I'm not asking him for anything he's not ready to give, Fin. It took a while to build trust. I can do it again...unless he decides to be done with me."

It'd be nice to think they were soul mates. That was a nice thought, too sweet for the likes of him, though.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin just hummed, still not sure how he felt about any of this.

"You said there was beer?"

[petty_dabbler]

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Over there," he said, then rose and walked out to get one, slightly dazed still with his realization.

They were strangers, the twins. John wasn't sure what he was thinking. He couldn't expect to just slot himself into Fawn's life. Just bluster his way in and upturn everything.

"Here you go," he said as he returned with a bottle.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Thank you," Fin said with a polite nod, opening it with care and sipping.

"The first time I tried beer I hated it," he confessed. "One of the humans in the colony on my planet gave it to me, and I hated it, but drained the bottle so they wouldn't think I was rude. ...I don't mind it now."

[petty_dabbler]

"You know, I don't think I know anyone who actually likes it," he chuckled. "But it does the job."

He opened the one he'd brought for himself and sipped it.

"This is just...awful," he laughed.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin couldn't help himself, he laughed as well.

"On my planet I would brew us tea to make the soul lighter. ...It's banned on the ship though," Fin admitted.

[petty_dabbler]

"Probably because it's not synthetic. Everything on this bloody ship is synthetic," he scowled.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Does that bother you?" Fin asked. It bothered him sometimes, but he didn't like to complain.

[petty_dabbler]

"Like you wouldn't believe," John said. "The booze, the smokes, I'd assume the medicine, too. Some of the things on this ship are so amazing. And there's the beer."

He shook his head.

"Tragic."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin laughed at that, nodding.

"The holodeck is... It's remarkable," he noted after a beat.

[petty_dabbler]

"The holodeck is fucking magic," he said. "I've never seen anything like it. My mate Aaron says people can get addicted to it. Lose reality. And I believe it."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I could see that happening," Fin nodded. "I have a client who loves meeting there."

[petty_dabbler]

"A client?" John asked with a curious slant to his brows.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Yes, a client," Fin replied. "Someone who purchases my service," he explained.

[petty_dabbler]

John wasn't sure he wanted to know any more than that so he nodded.

But curiosity got the better of him.

"...What services?" he regretted asking immediately.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I offer intimacy," Fin replied. "Sometimes sexual, sometimes platonic. If you're interested I can pass your information along to my manager, and he'll arrange everything."

[petty_dabbler]

John arched a brow at that.

"You've got a pimp on a space ship?" John asked incredulously.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't know what that word is," Fin replied honestly. "I have a manager though. Goodfellow helped me secure a licence to offer my services here, and he arranges my meetings. I still get last say in who I spend time with, but he makes it easier to find work."

[petty_dabbler]

"Goodfellow. Rob. Of course. But, of course," he sighed heavily.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You know him?" Fin asked.

[petty_dabbler]

"I knew him in my world. Yeah. He still proud of his third leg?" John snorted.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I believe he's what they would call bipedal," Fin replied, puzzled.

[petty_dabbler]

John rolled his eyes and gave his head a shake.

"His prick, love. Where I'm from he's hung like a bloody draft horse."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh. Yes, he has a sizable organ," Fin nodded. "When we first met he was swimming in the nude."