John

[fawnthefae]

He had found his mortal kin. He hadn't even known he might have mortal kin, but when Fawn had wandered into the building with the enticing music and cheap chicken wings, he had been struck by the sight of mortals who felt like his own. They wore little clothing and spun elegantly on tall polls, coaxing coin from the fools who got too near.

Kin. They were kin.

He sat and ate wings as he watched them work, until one finally came over to say hello. She was very tall and mostly muscle, but soft in places men often liked. Her eyes were hazel and her smile sweet, and she smiled as she sat across from him.

"You are really here for the food, huh?" she smiled. "You know the wings across the street are better, sweetheart."

"I came for food, I stayed to watch the sirens work. You are all talented, many will go home broke tonight," Fawn assured her, prompting her to laugh again.

"I like you," she grinned.

"Thank you," Fawn smiled. "I like how you all dance. I would like to learn."

The woman laughed again, then nodded, tossing her ginger hair back behind her shoulders. "Well, we don't have boys in dancing here, I'm afraid, but I do know someone who'd looking for guys. He'd love you. Catch is, he'd want you to be good on a pole before he took you on. You'd have to find lessons... Or do what I did. Get a pole and watch a lot of videos."

They talked for a while, and when Fawn left, he felt renewed. Inspired. He had found his new art.

Walking into the flat, he dropped his coat and announced, "I require a pole for dancing, and access to a tube for mortal videos. A you-tube, they call it."

Comments

[fawnthefae]

"It could be very big. My back could become a field," the fae said excitedly.

[petty_dabbler]

"Start small. It's a huge commitment to time and pain," John said. "But if you do like it, you can have all you want."

[fawnthefae]

"I want it to climb up my spine," the fae insisted. "For the bloom within to show on the outside."

[petty_dabbler]

"I'll call in the morning then," he promised. "You begin by deciding on what you want. The artist might have to draw it, and just the way you like. It'll be a part of you forever. You want it to be right."

[fawnthefae]

"Okay," Fawn agreed, settling in again.

"Do any of yours have stories? Do they express something?" Fawn asked curiously, always eager for John to tell him more about himself.

[petty_dabbler]

"Not really. They're all for help channeling power. They make some magic easier to control," he explained.

[fawnthefae]

"None hold meaning?" Fawn asked. "That hurts my heart, I think."

[petty_dabbler]

"They're just tools," John said. "That bothers you?"

[fawnthefae]

"I just think at least one should be something you love, not need," Fawn replied. "Something pretty."

[petty_dabbler]

John thought about that for a long, silent moment.

"What should I get?" he asked softly.

[fawnthefae]

"I don't think I can tell you that," Fawn replied. "It's your body."

[petty_dabbler]

John knew, though. He already had an image in his head.

"I'll think of something," he said, smile unseen in the dark but warming his voice.

[fawnthefae]

Fawn purred a little, snuggling in.

[petty_dabbler]

John closed his eyes, dozing a little. He hovered on the edge of dreaming, demons and fire making him fitful.