FINN
and into the forest i go,
”Luckily for you, I’m not asking for any payment,” Finn says, nudging the plate towards the boy and nodding at it again, taking another bite of bread. ”Eat,” he urges, letting out a long and tired sigh through his nose. ”The longer I am standing here with you, the longer I am away from my rooms. You are doing me a favour,” he says, ruffling his free hand through his curls and letting his eyes slip shut for a moment. Insomnia is something that has followed Finn since he was a child, which explains his lurking when others would be snatching whatever rest they can get.
”Have you considered joining the Silk Houses?” he asks, offhand. ”You’d be well taken care of, pretty face like yours.” He reaches out, casually, a soft thumb rubbing a fleck of dirt from Remi’s cheek. ”Worked well enough for me, anyway.”
”Have you considered joining the Silk Houses?” he asks, offhand. ”You’d be well taken care of, pretty face like yours.” He reaches out, casually, a soft thumb rubbing a fleck of dirt from Remi’s cheek. ”Worked well enough for me, anyway.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
