awareness is the enemy of sanity
”Touché,” Finn mumbles, lips curling in a smirk, though his hand doesn’t come down from his eyes. The pressure of the back of his palm is soothing, as is the swirling darkness behind his eyelids, and he hears Remi’s approach as a gentle rustling nearby. Finally his hand comes away and he blinks up at the other man. It’s like watching his own shadow hover over him - all Remi is missing is those great dark wings from the first day they met.
”Thank you,” he murmurs, settling back into the pillows again, his curls falling softly about his face. ”Maybe next time I’ll actually be able to make you a drink,” he remarks; Remi has given him three in this meeting alone. ”Would you open the window, before you leave?” It’s a strange request - a personal one, but Finn is currently beyond his own social inhibitions.
”Thank you,” he murmurs, settling back into the pillows again, his curls falling softly about his face. ”Maybe next time I’ll actually be able to make you a drink,” he remarks; Remi has given him three in this meeting alone. ”Would you open the window, before you leave?” It’s a strange request - a personal one, but Finn is currently beyond his own social inhibitions.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
