awareness is the enemy of sanity
”What good would that do? It wouldn’t erase the memory of every lash,” Finn points out softly, though he doesn’t sound as though he particularly feels anything about... anyone, really. About those who whipped him or Safrin for having a temple so close by, or the madames at the brothels he ended up working in. There are emotions there, certainly, but they are buried deep with the pain, where it can’t sneak out and bite him.
Noticing the whiskey as if for the first time, and seeming quite sweetly surprised by it, he murmurs a thanks and takes it from the air. The hot liquor definitely takes the edge off, Finn’s head tilting back a little, eyes slipping shut. ”The only women I saw were there to earn a crust,” he says in a quiet voice. ”I existed to entertain rich men looking to slum it for a night. If they could stand to look at the back of me. I wouldn’t show them my pretty face without a fight.”
Is there a little bit of seditious pride in the twist of his lips? That’s for Remi to decide.
Noticing the whiskey as if for the first time, and seeming quite sweetly surprised by it, he murmurs a thanks and takes it from the air. The hot liquor definitely takes the edge off, Finn’s head tilting back a little, eyes slipping shut. ”The only women I saw were there to earn a crust,” he says in a quiet voice. ”I existed to entertain rich men looking to slum it for a night. If they could stand to look at the back of me. I wouldn’t show them my pretty face without a fight.”
Is there a little bit of seditious pride in the twist of his lips? That’s for Remi to decide.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
