Fin

[goodfellow]

Robin rang the new year in in style - surrounded by hundreds of people who thought he (or at least his club) was awesome. He kissed probably a dozen people, drank an entire bottle of champagne, and only stopped dancing when people began to leave.

Though the club would be open until 3am, Robin stole away about 1:30 and went back to the bedroom where he'd left Fin. He'd brought another bottle of champagne, but when he saw that Fin was asleep, he just set it on the dresser. He looked at him for a moment, and then he pulled off the toga and climbed into the bed beside him wearing only the gold thong, curling up next to him with his face to the back of Fin's neck.

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[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was quiet for a moment, then sighed.

"No, I- I'm going," he said quietly. "You deserve to spend the new year with someone who is only thinking of you," he said quietly.

[goodfellow]

Yeah, like Prometheus, who never fucking showed.

Robin sighed and flopped down onto the bed on his back. "Or maybe I'll just sleep it off," he said. "I hope you find what you want, Fin."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No, no don't spend it alone, please," Fin begged, moving to perch on the bed beside him, touching as he flopped beside him and curled up.

He was drunk and muddled, and without thinking he shifted into Fox form, nuzzling at Robin and nipping at him.

Don't be sad. Don't be sad. Love you. Love you.

[goodfellow]

Robin slid his hand into the fox's fur. "You think that I cannot be alone for one night? You fear for eternity alone, Fin. I've already had it. I'm fine."

[prince_of_nymphs]

I don't want you to be alone.

The fox let out a low whine, nuzzling at Robin's neck, then climbing onto his chest and curling up.

Staying.

[goodfellow]

Robin let out a little snort of laughter. "I don't need a pet, Fin."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Not a pet. Wild fox.

Fin rolled onto his back, still laying on the puck's chest.

Drunk fox.

[goodfellow]

Robin sighed softly. "You can stay if you like," he said, and petted him gently. "But you don't have to. And I would probably rather have you sleeping next to me as a man than a fox, but it's up to you."

[prince_of_nymphs]

The fox let out a low whine of a sound- Which wasn't very melodic, to be honest. Just raw and sad, a cry to summon another being...

Fin shifted back into his human form though, rolling off Rob as he shifted. Sitting beside him, he pet his hair and looked down at him.

"I'm sorry you're not having a good start to the new year," he said gently, intoxicated, but totally genuine.

[goodfellow]

Robin, still only wearing the gold thong, considered burrowing under the blankets. But for now, he only looked up at Fin. "I'm fine. It is only one night. Though... try to keep your magic from making me horny again, hmm?"

[willysilver]

Once summoned, Will immediately. He was dressed for the cold but wore fingerless gloves. His guitar hung from the strap.

"Finlay," he said. "What is wrong?"

He wasn't put off by Robin's state of dress, though he was grateful they weren't in the middle of fucking.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Will!" Fin said happily, trying to get off the bed to hug Will, but failing to find his feet. Instead he flopped back, looking over at Robin.

"Will is here now, it's a party. You like parties," he informed the puck. "...You see I am drunk, and Robin is sad," he told Will- As though that explained anything.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked genuinely surprised when Will arrived.

He sat up abruptly, and looked at Fin. "Seriously? Seriously?"

[willysilver]

Will cooked his head and looked quizzical at both of them.

"You are very drunk, evermore," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I am," Fin agreed, all smiles as he threw his arms around Rob and hugged him tightly.

"Robin is lonely, so we're going to keep him company. Two princes, Rob, two princes to keep you company on the first day of the new year! That's got to be good luck or something."

[goodfellow]

Robin carefully disentangled himself from Fin.

"Fin... I told you to go to him if you wanted to be with him, not for you to bring him here."

[willysilver]

"I am confused," Will admitted, but came to the bed and sat on the edge. He strummed his guitar. "Are you busy seducing him, puck?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I was seducing him," Fin insisted, looking disappointed when Rob freed himself from his embrace. "Then I was a fox. ...That was less seductive."

[goodfellow]

"Ah yes," Robin said. "Fox first a step down, and following that, bringing in your great love that you've been thinking about instead of me. Not seductive. Unless you were hoping for a threesome?

[willysilver]

Willy looked at them both and then returned to his guitar. His face was cold- he'd been busking at the Eye before he'd been summoned.

He began to pick out a Fleetwood Mac tune.

"You do not surprise me, puck," he chuckled.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I just want you to know you're not alone," Fin insisted. "You're not. Never."

[goodfellow]

Robin looked at Will. "Do I get a lecture now about how slutty pucks are?"

And to Fin: "I'm fine. It's a sweet gesture, however misguided. You should go. Celebrate. Be desperately in love for the first day of the rest of eternity or whatever."

He climbed out of the bed and walked over to the dresser, picked up the bottle of champagne and took a swig himself.

[willysilver]

Willy played the first bit of Dreams, but before he was set to sing he stopped and looked at Robin.

"Why would I lecture you?" he asked. The puck was as all pucks were. To lecture him against his nature was folly.

He began to play again, looking at Fin.

So here you go again, you say, you want your freedom. Well who am I to keep you down?...

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Am I getting the lecture then?" Fin asked with a small frown.

[goodfellow]

The ludicrousness of Willy standing there playing a fucking guitar and singing was enough to push Robin over the edge.

"Go," he snapped to both of them. "Or actually... stay if you want. I'm going." He took another chug from the champagne bottle, and then pulled the toga back on. "You're right, there's no reason for me to be alone." The club hadn't emptied out yet; he'd find someone to fuck for a few hours within five minutes.