FINN
They always only trying to help. Finn is beyond help, but maybe if he’s clean, maybe if he can swim through the fire, he’ll be better. He’ll be worthy of it. Still smiling sweetly up at himself, he accepts the feather between fingers stained black and red, running the silky soft surface over rough and unshaven cheeks. ”I’m so sorry,” he whispers, wobbling to his feet to where the angel with his face gestures so prophetically.
”I will,” Finn says, tottering forward through ash so deep he nearly buries himself in it, smoke and heat belching up where he disturbs it all. ”I will swim. Will you come with me? To make sure that I’m clean?”
”I will,” Finn says, tottering forward through ash so deep he nearly buries himself in it, smoke and heat belching up where he disturbs it all. ”I will swim. Will you come with me? To make sure that I’m clean?”
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
