finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
Finn hasn't wanted to admit it, because he'd done his best with moving, with Halo, but now he's living here again in Stormbreak... he's very glad to be back. It isn't just his son who had missed the familiarity, even if neither of them are particularly sociable when it comes to the people they see every day. And although being out from under Cian's shadow is strange in a way that can be freeing as much as it is dangerous, Finn walks the same streets and hears the same voices, and he takes comfort from it.
Today is a day off from a case he's working on (some shop owner burglarising his own business, how about that), and so the detective is turning his attention instead to his more musical proclivities. Armed with some sheet music that a kind someone had sent from the Citadel, Finn is sitting cross-legged against the back of their sofa, just as he had back in Tobi's apartment in the Tower, his guitar on his lap and his eyes on the musical notes on the scattered papers.
Furrowing his brow, he spends a couple of moments plucking out a familiar tune, before deciding on taking the plunge into the new music.
Today is a day off from a case he's working on (some shop owner burglarising his own business, how about that), and so the detective is turning his attention instead to his more musical proclivities. Armed with some sheet music that a kind someone had sent from the Citadel, Finn is sitting cross-legged against the back of their sofa, just as he had back in Tobi's apartment in the Tower, his guitar on his lap and his eyes on the musical notes on the scattered papers.
Furrowing his brow, he spends a couple of moments plucking out a familiar tune, before deciding on taking the plunge into the new music.
it always feels so stark
