Willy

[fawnthefae]

Willy Silver had been kind, and now that Fawn was more comfortable wandering around the city he decided to seek him out. It was hard finding the bar again, but the petite fae managed, and he headed inside to find the other prince.

When he spotted him by the bar, Fawn silently made his way over and pulled himself up onto the high stool beside him.

"Well met, Willy Silver," he said.

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[willysilver]

Now that Willy said it, John felt like a supreme dumbass. Yes. Yes, it was Fawn's home. That meant he could let anyone in.

They were going to have to have a serious chat about that.

"It's really good," he nodded, having a difficult time taking his eyes off Willy. But he finally did look over at Fawn. "It's a really nice surprise.

Willy could see the way the warlock grew tender. Only for a moment, but it was there. Willy knew all about love and infatuation. He watched people and wrote the songs of their hearts. And when John returned to glare at him, Willy laughed aloud.

"You're a fool," he laughed at John.

[fawnthefae]

"You're being rude, Willy," Fawn cautioned. "John isn't a fool, he's very clever."

[willysilver]

John looked into Willy's shining eyes.

"No, no. He's not wrong," John replied, resigned to it since a fucking faerie he didn't even know it could see it. Maybe, maybe he could keep Fawn in the dark, though. He didn't want him to feel obligated to stay.

"Are you, erm, going to bring people round often?" he asked, just a touch nervously.

[fawnthefae]

"Not if it makes you uneasy," Fawn said, feeling as though he's done something wrong.

[willysilver]

"I think it's me, little one," Willy said gently. "You see, John and I have met and we share similar feelings for each other." He couldn't have possibly explained the tension more politely.

"Is that right, John Constantine? It's not company in general...it's not even fae in general. It's me."

John scowled at him.

"Yeah, mate. It's absolutely you," the warlock said tightly.

[fawnthefae]

"I don't understand," Fawn admitted. "Why do you dislike one another?"

[willysilver]

John and Willy looked at one another and spoke at the same time.

"He's dangerous," they said in unison, and neither refuted it.

[fawnthefae]

"I might be dangerous," Fawn pointed out, flashing his teeth.

[willysilver]

"Oh, I know you're dangerous," John said, the tension broken a bit.

Willy finished his cake.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn just looked pleased though, as if he'd been praised. In fact, he started to purr happily as he finished his cake.

[willysilver]

"How do you do that?" John asked Fawn, then turned to Willy. "How does he do that? Do you do that?"

Willy chuckled softly.

"All fae do that," the prince nodded.

[fawnthefae]

"It just happens," Fawn said, taking one last bite. "It's my joy."

[willysilver]

Willy finished his cake and set his fork down.

"Fawn, my friend, I appreciate your hospitality and dining with you.But I think it is time to take my leave."

John's magic was beginning to sting. He could tell with every bit of his being that regardless of Fawn's invitation, he wasn't welcome here.

"No, mate. Sit tight. I've got to go see a man," John said. "You two can talk."

He left his cake and rose. Willy rose too.

"Seriously, sit down. It's fine."

[fawnthefae]

Fawn deflated slightly, disappointed by how poorly this had gone.

"You may both leave. I am going to bed," the young fae said, getting to his feet and heading to the bedroom.

[petty_dabbler]

John and Willy watched him go and stood together awkwardly for a moment.

"I'll see you again, warlock. I'm certain of it."

"Bloody wonderful," John grumbled.

Willy looked quite pleased with how much he'd upset John. He gave him a nod of thanks and walked past him to leave without a goodbye.

John sighed and sat back down, looking at his cake for a moment before lighting a cigarette. He needed to go meet the bloke about the happenings at the old curch, but now he simply wanted to sit, smoke, and feel like an asshole.