The Card The Dealers Won't Touch

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 As he continued to talk, Casey lazily trudged over to the couch and plopped herself down, allowing herself to sink into the plush furniture that was provided when they moved in. “Keep trying Shakespeare. Ain’t no one gets prose right on the first try at… 4 am…”Casey grumbled, doing all she could not groan when she saw the clock. 

“Finn, change it to channel 7 if you wanna keep talking.” she drawled, doing all she could to suppress another yawn. If he actually wanted to stay up and talk to her, might as well make it so everyone else would who hadn’t turned off their walkie talkies be spared the midnight chatter. It wasn’t as if Casey was going to go back to sleep for a while now that she was up. 

“Sleeping here isn’t so hard. It’s not like the old man is literally and physically in our rooms watching us while we sleep. ‘Sides I’ve slept in worse. ” She had been attacked in her sleep a number of times when she was alone on the road. Hell, she even got attacked in her sleep when her mom and dad were still alive when they were out and on a hunt. She hadn’t been attacked in years, but Casey still slept with a knife under her pillow regardless. Those days when she wondered whether or not she’d get her throat clawed out while she slept… those were worse times. 

He floated across the apartment, threading through a narrow path in the greenery. The canopy of hanging vines thoughtfully rustled themselves out of his way. He stopped at the front window facing the street between the apartments and levered it open with his foot, his hands being full of radio and a milk jug. Insects chirred outside in the dark and a sticky breeze nudged at his skin. Finn pressed his forehead against the glass.

“I would not put that past his capability. I doubt you would either, if you were being honest.” Finn’s voice went flat, steely at that. He forced a smile to soften the edge, even though she couldn’t see it. Its false warmth trickled into his tone. “Though I suppose he would not have to watch us with his own eyes. That’s what he has you for, isn’t that right?”

That sudden smooth voice was not unfamiliar to the brightly haired girl. She’d used it enough herself, accompanied by the seductive sway to her hips it was usually enough to get her a few free smokes and a drink or two. Though some people responded more begrudgingly. Evangeline herself was not so, she was more the share and share alike type. She made a small noise of confirmation and stretched back for the cigarette box, sliding one out and holding it up towards her winged companion “is it always gold dust?” Evan found herself asking. 

“Yes,” he said, honest. “Well. No. It can look like anything should I will it to. But gold is… what it is. Much as your hair is pink and green and all sorts, but there’s only one color at the root.” His attention strayed back to Evan’s offering, though, and a genuine smile tugged at his mouth. At least someone had sense around here. Even if it was some drunk girl watching raccoon sex in a dumpster. “What a kind and generous creature you are.”

Finn could have drawn the little cigarette up through the air like a leaf on a breeze, but he appreciated the difference of a body close at hand and a voice through a radio. And he wanted to see her ‘aliens’, whatever those were. They sounded suspiciously like some stripe of faefolk with their spindly limbs and large eyes, and he was ever eager to correct people on that subject. Finn started to slip out of his window, wings a phosphorescent blur as they readied for flight, but he stopped himself at the hips in the sill. Right. Humans were so very sensitive about keeping wrapped in clothes all the time, even on humid nights like this.

Finn bent over the ledge to peer down at Evangeline, his hair unspooling around his head in a thick black cloud. “Must I put on clothes first?”

Abasi was no stranger to magic, so he didn’t find himself particularly intimidated by the angry jets of air. He made a mockingly impressed face, rolling his eyes to the sky. 

Not bothering to pick the hat up from the floor (maybe the dirt would even improve it) he responded with a raised brow. “It would appear even through your immense control, you are rather insulted.” He brushed off his skirt a little, the wind having made him more than a little conscious about it, and continued.

Heat rushed to his face when Abasi pointed out just how not in control he was. He set his jaw and pushed the agitated rush of feeling down.

I am a stone, Finn thought. I am rooted deep as the trees. He was calm, he was in control, and if his feet buoyed a few inches off the ground, well… some tics couldn’t quite be controlled. “A deal!” Finn scoffed. “This was hardly a deal. This was – this was – I was attempting to exercise common decency! It wouldn’t kill you to be polite, whether you accept my help or not.”

Some tourists were staring, but that was something to take in stride.

“Honestly, an adherence to courtesy is all that’s holding you creatures together. You flout etiquette one day, the next the whole world’s gone heathen mad. Would you like us all to revert to cave-dwelling next? Shall we all eat mud and sticks?” Finn swept his hand up, and a gust of wind knifed up Abasi’s skirt with it.

He glared down his nose at Abasi, now bobbing a solid foot off the ground, hovering in circles around Abasi like a hornet. “Comments on my hair from a man with a head like a sheep’s shaved ass. The nerve!” Finn grumbled. 

She leaned back in to pick up her cigarettes, pulling one from the pack and lighting up. The ruffling from above draws her attention and as she exhales Evan gazes up as his unfurling wings. The sight is enough to put a small smile on her face, being that it is rather beautiful. “pretty” she mumbles, more to herself than to him. The glow inspires her, an image of gold leaf covered lips surrounded by a soft shimmery gold glow. It wouldn’t suit anyone at the park, but perhaps she could try it on herself some time, just for fun.

“Well I’m not referring to the green blobs my society likes to call aliens. I think… It must be life so different to us, so obscure and unrecognizable that we don’t even acknowledge it as a life form. Hell, maybe the stars themselves are living… Do we gaze at the stars because we are human, or are we human because we gaze at the stars? Which is a pretty mundane question. I wonder if the stars gaze back”

“I am quite certain non-human things were stargazing long before you creatures  knew how to walk upright. So stargazing making one human is right out. And the stars are born, the stars die, like anything else. Of course they live. I don’t see how that’s a matter of speculation.” Perhaps her statements weren’t meant to be taken so seriously, but Finn picked at them like she’d put forth an academic theory. Old habits were hard to break. Even when they made casual conversation with him prickly as navigating a cactus. “Green blobs, though?” he asked. “I can’t say I’m familiar with that human folklore.”

His nose twitched at the scent of rising smoke. Finn looked away from the alleyway and back to the woman, or more specifically the little brand of light a few inches from her face. “I see you’re smoking,” he said, voice gone positively friendly. Other old habits, like expecting humans to give him things by virtue of gracing them with his presence, were also hard to break. 

Casey had long since drifted off and welcomed the sweet embrace of sleep, but when the walkie talkie she had forgotten to turn off crackled to life on the night stand between her and Johnny’s beds, Casey bolted upright. Her right hand immediately went for the sheathed knife hidden underneath her pillow. She was pretty much ready to attack for a minute before she realized that nothing was trying to kill her. Casey groggily put the knife back under her pillow and snatched up the walkie talkie before quickly walking in the the living room, closing the bedroom door behind her before she started talking. 

“Finn… is that you?” she yawned into the walkie talkie as she momentarily floated the walkie talkie in the air so she could rub her eyes with her one remaining arm. Casey rarely slept with her prosthetic metal arm. It was pretty uncomfortable laying around with the harness strapped to her and the metal bumping against her when she tossed and turned. “What are you doing up?” she asked with a quiet scoff, as she wandered about the darkened living room completely ignoring what he had said and his question. 

It was no wonder the demon had to all but electrify the fences to keep some of them inside. After hours, caged, blocked in by rules and all but cinched in a noose, what was there to do? The earth and all the roads inbetween had been his playground, his field research, for decades. Now Finn had seen every acre of the park, paced the same midway more times than he’d dare count. The claustrophobic closeness of the space made him itch. Smashing balcony lights and enchanting doors to lock people in their apartments lost their charm when done alone.

“A good allegory for us too, don’t you think? Mongrels shoving trash in our mouths and saying it makes our bellies full,” Finn went on. He drew away from the window and fluttered across the kitchen to the fridge, a few feet off the ground. He hummed over his words for a moment. “The line needs some work, I’ll admit. But it’s not a bad for a first draft..”

He balanced the walkie-talkie to his ear with his shoulder as he pulled out a jug of milk and took a deep swallow. “I believe a better question is: how can any of you sleep soundly with that devil watching?”

This Bridge Is Burning For You - p-Tek feat. Dessa

guess our history’s a skipping disc  it scratches, catches, and repeats  but i’m set to make that needle jump,  this cut’s been played to pieces.

To pass the time she sat by her window with a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes. It was very peaceful, the only sound that of the smiths album playing quietly in the background. Evan found the quiet almost jarring, having been such a party girl before the park.

All was quiet that is until the crackle of her walkie talkie. Evangeline picked it up, intregued by the voice seeping through the small speaker. The late hour didn’t shock her, and she opened her window all the way, her entire torso through the gap so she could shine the torch on her phone into the alley and see the raccoons “they’re having sex.” she confirmed in her usual monotone, her gaze casting up to the sky at his question. “Aliens” Evan responded bluntly, twisting her body to sit on the window ledge, her legs dangling into the alley, so as to get a better view. “Aliens live in the sky. Or supernaturals, I suppose, but the name is a technicality.” 

He politely cleared his throat. And then: “Pardon me! Yes, you two! Keep it down out there! People are trying to sleep!” Finn shouted at the raccoons, much louder than the animals’ ruckus. The pleasure of being a disruptive pain in the ass helped soothe his nerves a little. 

Finn bent at the waist and stretched further out the window - part to get another peek at the other waking soul, part to unfurl his wingspan and give his cramped up trapezius muscles a stretch. A golden glow emanated from his wings and the sparks dancing under his skin, giving off a dim cloud of light. He clicked on the walkie-talkie again. 

“What do you mean by ‘aliens’, though? The word refers to foreign things, yes, but what foreign things in particular? The only supernatural creatures that ‘live’ in the sky are... harpies, maybe, but they roost in cliff faces, girl. Not the clouds.”  

“No–I–” He held out his hands, trying to calm the woman looking out of the store, and at the same time trying to scold Finn for running away. “It’s not–”

The woman already beginning to look more than a little angry, he decided that no, he was going to stand with his principles. But maybe if he did it right, he could get Finn to reveal himself. Abasi collected himself, standing up straight and pulling on his skirt, which he always became conscious of once it was mentioned.

“Well, actually, I didn’t tamper the fuses…I wouldn’t know how, but it was our cowardly friend with the messy hair, who has disappeared like an ass rather than face the consequences of his actions.” He smiled slightly, looking back between the buildings, hoping that might coax Finn out.

Finn summoned the image of a woman who worked the icecream stand just down the way into his mind’s eye - something familiar, easy to hook his focus on, he saw her every lunch break - and the electric hum of illusion magic snaked over his body. He palmed at his hair, then blinked down at his hands, checking his work. Sure enough, his hair felt cropped close to his scalp, his fingers had shortened and softened, the skin on his arms shifted a few shades darker until it mirrored the woman in his memory. He couldn’t check the work on his face, but it’d have to do. 

Finn slipped a few yards down the street before he dropped the invisibility shroud. “Hey, Amalia! I think he went that way!” he called to the witch. The voice came out all wrong, but at least it was a woman’s voice - higher, softer than the one he adopted for his human form. The witch rolled her eyes and bustled past Abasi without a second glance, grumbling curses under her breath (”fucking Finn” among them). Once she disappeared into the milling crowd, the helpful smile plastered across Finn’s face flatlined to a scowl. He marched over to Abasi, his magic rustling everything around him in irritable little gusts.

“Gods below, boy, were you raised by wild dogs? Is that how you repay an offer of help?” Finn’s voice warped between the woman’s and his own. With a jerk of his hand, the wind magic disturbing the air focused into a sharp blast aimed at the ugly hat on Abasi’s head. “If I wasn’t so in control of my emotions, I’d be rather insulted!”  

 “And I suppose you’d know all about sneaking away..? And besides, Miss. Sandoval is very kind, actually. I’d much rather have run into her.” Abasi turned up his nose, his arms folded. 

When he heard someone swing open the door of the darkened gift shop, Finn’s head swiveled towards the noise and he slipped further back between the buildings. The young witch who was on shift called from the front of the building: “Hold it! You in the skirt! If you’ve been screwing with the fusebox again, I’m gonna get security down here!”

Finn’s face lit up with delight. He muffled a laugh behind his hands, and revealed a sunny smile when he dropped them.

“I was going to help you sneak away, before you were so rude,” Finn said in a much-too-pleased stage whisper. “If you apologize, perhaps I can be swayed to reconsider.” With that, he extended a hand to Abasi with an inviting wiggle of his fingers, the edges of him already dissipating into invisibility. “I’d choose quickly. That girl can hex the scales off a siren.” 

Calypso watched the image of the three gnash it’s teeth at her, and simple stared at it for a moment. She’d been chased by sharks, this illusion, while exceptionally realistic, didn’t frighten her, although she did take a step back.  “So you’re a man with tricks” She said evenly. What did that make him? Some sort of magic, a witch possibly, or a fae or something else entirely. Witches she did not like, to Calypso, they were nothing more then glorified human magicians. Fae though, she had not yet made up her mind, so far, she did not hate them. They weren’t human, only in appearance, but so was she, from the waist up. 

“Are you expecting to frighten me with a simple trick?” She asked, her attention returning to Finn. A small smile spread across her lips. “Because you’ll have to try a bit harder to do that” 

“I do, however, have a counter-offer,” Finn went on silkily. “I’d like to see you do better. There are so many critics, yet so few creators.” She’d goaded him into sitting up, at least. Finn righted himself on the tree branch and lay his ekonting across his lap. He stared down into Calypso’s sharp eyes, head cocked in consideration, making no secret of sizing her up. The insects’ buzzing droned louder, louder around her with his mounting annoyance.

“You have a noisy bark, I’ll grant you that. But do you have the bite to go with it?” Finn asked. He leaned forward and perched his elbows on his knees. “Show me something frightful and I won’t fill your ears with hornets. I think that sounds fair. Don't you? ” 

“Yes?”

He didn’t recognise this man - he had seen him maybe a few times before, but not long enough to know where he worked or his name. In the seven years he’d been at the park, he had tried his best to acknowledge as few of his fellow workers as possible, but sometimes, like now, one would obnoxiously walk in on his life.

Normally he would be worried about being caught, but the fae in front of him seemed much more preoccupied with being amused than catching him out. He shifted his weight to one side and smiled a little.

“It was working fine until you came along, thank you. And I’d like it to continue working fine when you leave me alone and pretend you didn’t see me.” 

Often Finn would be content to heckle people and send them on their way. Yet being told to do something urged every contrary bone in his body - and all of his bones were contrary - to do the opposite.

“You won’t be so lucky when you walk headlong into a security detail. Oh, or Isabella!” Finn let out a twinkly laugh and clapped his hands, looking thrilled at the prospect. “Our overlord’s sweet lapdog. She’d go yapping to the demon of your negligence faster than you could sneeze. You musn’t be so careless about these things. First it’s slipping away for a smoke, next the devil himself is coming for those big bug eyes of yours.”

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