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finn-mcalister:

“Do you not think that may be a reason why I am reluctant to form more attachments to people? You and Aimee, I couldn’t get rid of either of you– you’re like leeches over the years. If it were me, I would prefer to be alone,” his voice grew quiet it as he absentmindedly pet Parker. It was true, he didn’t really know when they all gravitated to each others orbits– just all of a sudden, Finn had someone tagging along with him that he couldn’t get rid of. Not that he would change it now, but that doesn’t change the fact that one day he may wake up and they will be lingering over him, only spirits request guidance while he’s left behind. “Every time I wake from an episode or after some tragedy and I see those around me, I have to ask them… ‘are you alive’, because I don’t know. Won’t know for sure until they answer. Do you know what that is going to do to me when it’s you? Or Aimee? When Camille died, I almost did too.” His voice grew hoarse but he continued. “Why would I subject myself to torture, even if I get some years of happiness, when one day I’m going to see my loved ones dead and have to help them move on. Away from me. Where I will be right where I started… alone.”

“You don’t mean that.” Frederick mirrored the medium’s quieted response with his own, knowing Finn’s words weren’t meant in a harmful way, only highlighting the truth of his point. When the popularity of kingdoms rose and fell in the society, he fancied traveling the world alone at the start, colliding with Aimee every so often until unexpectedly dragging the unusual friendship with Finn along for the ride. Freddie listened carefully, listened closely with such patience he often scoffed at and everything unbecoming of the vampire. It was a wonder he sat in a throne for hours on end hearing complaints he could easily vanquish with one command. “I’ve seen firsthand the stages of heartbreak you are forced to partake, I even understand the hesitancy to hold anything close, but you have allowed fear to rule over your decisions in the centuries I have known you.” Leaning backwards in his chair and wincing at the groaning squeak, he pondered his next response. “You believe with every fiber of your being that it is better to be alone in the confidence no one can hurt you. A behavior simple enough to push those closest away, which is precisely what you want. Finn,” The male slipped a slow sigh from his lips, “You’ve been alone for a very, very long period. When will you realize it’s slowly killing you from the inside out?”

#finn convo

aimee-ofbabylon:

What’s on your mind, darling. You’re staring awfully hard.

You’ve neglected me, my love.

Talked to your hunksicle lately?

#aimee convo

finn-mcalister:

“Frederick,” Finn warned, his gaze steeled. At the sharpness in his town, Parker perked up from where he sat in the corner, all but bounding to where Freddie and Finn sit at the table; pushing his muzzle against his leg. Finn gave the dog a pat, murmuring affirmations before looking back at his friend. Could he have a connection as his friend had pointed out? He didn’t know. “I won’t because I didn’t join this immortal farce to get swept away by romantic ideations,” he said after a time, his free hand returning to his tea cup to grasp the handle, his eyes sliding to the opaque liquid that rippled with the movement, “I did this so that I could help the dead move on from their lives– heal them enough for them to let go just as I had done for Camille when she passed. I have no mission other than that, no want in life other than that.”

Freddie lifted a hand in a shrug at the warning, watching the growing puppy retreat from his usual sleeping spot and return to his master’s side obediently. Pets came and went in the blink of an eye for an immortal and it was a marvel from the vampire’s standpoint, truly, how Finn gravitated towards furry companions. They were constants in their travels together to a point where even he cracked his fair share of jokes how the dog received more attention than him. “There may come a day, gods above forbid, where I am staked and no longer in your company. Where even death knocks at Aimee’s door and the only person who will be left is you, Finn, alone with the vocal echoes of the dead. Is it a crime that your dearest friend wishes to see you happy? If she makes you happy, or anyone in general?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “You heal them, but you cannot heal yourself.”

#finn convo

finn-mcalister:

Finn narrowed his eyes at Freddie, not liking where the course of the conversation was going– didn’t really understand why his friend was so fixated on the supposed relationship between him and the youngest Sinclair. “You smell her because she came by earlier for a little bit,” he said cautiously, shaking his head, “everything that you’ve described is what a friend does for one another. If we were under the same circumstances, I would do the same for you.” He breathed a small sigh, before continuing quietly, “don’t make mountains out of mole-hills– I can’t… I can’t be in any sort of relationship.”

“Alas, I smell vampire more than I smell Parker and the latter is the one you’re technically supposed to spend the most time with.” Freddie rested his argument on that front, feeling the need to further elaborate reached an unnecessary moot point. An agreement was shared in theory, everything he listed is what a friend does for someone else if they were generous enough. “I, however, have never lost my list and myself in the process. There’s a certain connection made when you could have walked away and left her be.” Freddie pressed his lips tensely together and slowly shook his head, “It is not a question of can’t, it’s a question of won’t. You fear losing her as you did your beloved.”

#finn convo

finn-mcalister:

Finn watched Freddie dust himself off like he were still being watched by the royal courts– some things just never change. “I don’t think they really know how to ‘court’ one another, plus apparently ‘slow-burn’ is what the kids are into these days,” he shrugged as he grabbed his cup of tea, taking a small sip before he almost choked from Frederick’s next words. “Anna?” he said with a small cough, returning the cup to the table before he cocked his head in thought, “I think you may be reading into things a little too much, it’s not like that.”

Frederick breathed an impatient scoff and waved his hand with nonchalance dripping from his contained composure. “Do they not call it dating nowadays? Slow burn is so utterly exhausting, how I’ll never understand this generation.” His gaze watched Finn for the moment it took him to take a sip from his drink, shamelessly waiting upon a reaction Freddie anticipated before it ever came to pass. “Ah, so helping a vampire overcome her rebel no humanity phase only for her to find your poor animal companion perished and gift you with another dog is simply considered friends? No deeper connection than friendly terms? I can literally smell her all over you.”

#finn convo

finn-mcalister:

Finn couldn’t help but give a snort of laughter at his friends words, rolling his eyes with a small shake of his head. So much theatrics. “This is less of a species custom and more of a ‘will they, won’t they’ situation that neither of them want to act on,” he said with a shrug, before giving a small smile, “you know me so well. Silence is bliss.”

Freddie pushed aside his sandwich and used a cloth napkin to brush away the crumbs covering his lap with a gentlemanly manner instilled in him since the days of old. “Back in my time, we didn’t dally with uncertainty, you courted the one you fancied or you did not.” The vampire shared in his friend’s smile, shooting Finn a knowing glance. “Silence hasn’t been your bliss for some time when you spend your hours with Little Sinclair. Is this a will they, won’t they?”

#finn convo

finn-mcalister:

And you’d just find another witch friend to tag along with for all eternity. You tend to have people flock to you, you know.

Tell me about it– the spirits wouldn’t shut up about him, though they are sick of them not actually making any moves on each other. True… they’re more scared of me and my episodes than they were of you eating tuna.

Hilarious you think I could stand any other witch in my company other than you. That must be these striking award-winning features.

I know I’ve only begun to understand a werewolf’s customs, but I doubt dancing around each other until even the ghosts themselves burst with frustration is not a new freaky mating ritual. You enjoyed when they left you alone, Finn, it was your dreams come true.

#finn convo

finn-mcalister:

Other than making me regret my decision of being your friend in the first place?

If she heard you, she’d swear up and down that she’s not letting some pretty boy distract her from her favorite pet. How they didn’t attempt to usurp you from your kingdom for that alone, I don’t even know.

And spend your days living a droll hum-drum life without me, nonsense.

She has gone and replaced me for a new shiny toy who even I couldn’t resist marveling at when he stepped on his porch the other day. Maybe I had the perfect witch at my side dulling their cowardice to rise against me.

#finn convo

finn-mcalister:

Somehow, I don’t see why you wear that with a badge of honor.

I’m pretty sure that Aimee would disagree with that statement, but I’m not going to be the one to tell her. Literally any seafood is better than tuna, and here I thought you would have gotten better taste for food as you aged.

What else are the best and oldest friends for?

Ah, endlessly competing with the ever breathtaking Aimee, though she won’t seem to mind now that pretty boy’s distracting her lately. I will have you know, tuna was a delicacy in my court despite everyone hating it but me.

#finn convo