FINN
Finn is watching the feather as he swims, ashamed to have made it so blighted, so tarnished. It’s his fault - it’s always his fault. He’s blotted out the light. Gritting his teeth, he pressed the feather to his bloody side, letting it stick there. Maybe he won’t drown now. Such is his distraction, he bumps right into himself with wings spread wide. Blinking, head tilting to look at the other man, Finn unconsciously imitates the gesture, spreading his arms out.
”You aren’t going to drown,” he says softly. ”So why would I? Together, we’ll scratch the sky, and break it like glass. Once I’m clean, we’ll do everything.” Finn closes his eyes. He’s crying, but he can’t remember when he started or what has made him so sad. Or perhaps he’s happy?
”You aren’t going to drown,” he says softly. ”So why would I? Together, we’ll scratch the sky, and break it like glass. Once I’m clean, we’ll do everything.” Finn closes his eyes. He’s crying, but he can’t remember when he started or what has made him so sad. Or perhaps he’s happy?
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
