finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
Finn is never really one to swear, but he absolutely agrees with Talyson, swallowing hard and offering a slow nod as he peers into the black deep where the bones start to devour the orca.
"I have never seen one either," he remarks softly, speaking around the fist clenching his chest up tight. Granted, it is only in very recent times that the detective has been able to bring himself to get this close to the edge of the Falling. And (ha, ha) he's probably going to be breaking that habit quickly after tonight.
There is nothing delicious about the terror churning in his stomach, and he steps back without ever giving his legs permission to do so. "They say there are... star whales, as well," he mumbles, as if to try and get rid of the image burning into his mind. "They fly through the skies."
"I have never seen one either," he remarks softly, speaking around the fist clenching his chest up tight. Granted, it is only in very recent times that the detective has been able to bring himself to get this close to the edge of the Falling. And (ha, ha) he's probably going to be breaking that habit quickly after tonight.
There is nothing delicious about the terror churning in his stomach, and he steps back without ever giving his legs permission to do so. "They say there are... star whales, as well," he mumbles, as if to try and get rid of the image burning into his mind. "They fly through the skies."
it always feels so stark
