(open) hell is deep lord, but we're heading deeper

[thelittlemerman]

[With new lords come new excuses to party.]

[Some time on the 19th, the fae stage a takeover of the club fabric in Smithfield. Invitations are sent out to all the fae in London, touting the glorious coming out of the Lords of Rivers and Illusions, Seelie and Unseelie respectively. It's one of those times where fae of both courts just want an excuse to throw a party, and the invitation is all the notice said new lords get that they are going to be guests of honour.]

[It's a typical fae affair; the magic is heavy in all three rooms, one of which is decorated like a ballroom in Other Realm fashion. The food and drink served at the bar remains untouched by fae charms, but the fae presence itself seems to be intoxicating. Some of the activities happening in dark corners seem to be a little beyond what's regularly allowed at any reputable nightclub, but don't pay attention to that just enjoy the party.]

[If you manage to cause any trouble, a team of large fae is here to escort you out. You may have seen them faithfully guarding the door, sniffing out those who may want to cause harm to the high concentration of fae inside. Vampires can be let through if they have a fae companion with them, and otherwise all types of humans and supernatural alike are allowed in.]

[The party goes on for precisely 72 hours, and on the 22nd the party winds down and mysteriously disappears. The club is left a little cleaner than when it started, the staff left completely befuddled about what just occurred.] (x)

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[falsify]

The word 'partner' makes Eames wrinkle his nose like he's just noticed a foul scent on the air, but some people went in for all that.

He gives Finnick a curious look, "you're in love," he says. Really it's not a question. "How nice for you."

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick gets self-conscious and a little defensive. Eames clearly doesn't think it's that nice, judging by the look on his face. When he was avoiding the subject of Annie - no, that's not fair - when he chose not to bring it up, this was partially the reason. He's constantly questioning himself already, the things that make him happy and whether it's true happiness or something more selfish, because he just can't tell anymore. When he's with her, when he talks of her without fear of judgement he knows that the feeling is love, but any doubt or criticism leaves him wondering about his own motives.

"You don't approve of relationships like that?" he asks, and it's like he's handing Eames a silver-tipped knife. The wrong thing could undo him for the rest of the night, but he can't help himself but ask.

[falsify]

"Does it matter if I don't?" He doesn't, not entirely, but that has more to do with Eames' pathological inability to trust than anything else. He shrugs, "you're both happy, aren't you?"

[thelittlemerman]

"With each other, yes," Finnick says, looking away, at the party hoping for a distraction. To say that they were happy people wouldn't be true. They're trying, in their own ways.

[falsify]

How odd. Eames tilts his head a little to look at Finnick a little more closely. He knew Finnick was raw and angry, from something, or maybe he's just always been that way. Either way, he'd never have guessed the man was soft under all that too.

He has no interest in tarnishing Finnick's happiness though, even if just for the night. It might seem foolish to him to fall in love, with a mortal no less, but the effect it has on Eames' life is miniscule at best.

"Well then," Eames gestures with his glass, "that is nice for you."

[thelittlemerman]

"She wanted me to tell people, instead of avoiding it," he explains, even though he doesn't have to. He feels like he's trying to pick up the pieces of this conversation, like now that Eames has found out something so deep and personal about him he has to cover something up. This is what he was afraid of, that having someone else know would make him question himself, even if he's mostly fabricating the judgement on Eames' part.

"But I'm afraid of what might happen to her if people know. If other fae know. We're not without cruelty," he says, and he knows he's spinning out a bit and he wishes he could stop. Everything he says he immediately regrets, which may be obvious by the uncomfortable frown on his face.

[falsify]

"Relax," comes Eames' response, voice soft but firm, he can see Finnick spiralling and that does nothing for anyone. He can't offer any advice; obviously this adds an element of danger to her life that wasn't there before, and it probably wouldn't help to fixate on that.

"She's not a child, I'm sure she knows the risks." This is why he thinks relationships are dumb. Eames sighs and shrugs, clearly thinking Finnick just needs to chill.

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick nods, winding down a little and taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he says. "I shouldn't worry so much."

[falsify]

"Certainly not this weekend," Eames says, giving Finnick a friendly clap on the shoulder, "enjoy the party. It is in your honour, after all."

[thelittlemerman]

"Our honour," Finnick corrects, giving Eames a hard look. "Both of our titles were on the invite."

[falsify]

He practically rolls his eyes and Eames lets out a heavy sigh at the reminder of his title, "right. How could I forget?"

[thelittlemerman]

"I'm not sure, but I won't let you do it again," Finnick says. He takes a deep breath and looks around the room.

"I should go find her."