my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
How can you, who claims to know so much, know so pitifully little about this? It's what Finn wants to say, and it is of course what stays caged behind his teeth. He swallows hard, his stormy eyes growing cold and hard as Cian paints him so exquisitely into a corner. Because what is he, really, but a tool for the Eye to use? A whore just the same, without his fancy glasses and special titles.
His jaw feathers, and he eyes the charm that the other man has produced to change his appearance. The little good it would do, because it's still Finn on the inside. Blinking quickly, he finally looks back up at Cian. "This will destroy me," he says softly, keeping his tone as frank as he can. "Do you know that, or do you just not care?"
His jaw feathers, and he eyes the charm that the other man has produced to change his appearance. The little good it would do, because it's still Finn on the inside. Blinking quickly, he finally looks back up at Cian. "This will destroy me," he says softly, keeping his tone as frank as he can. "Do you know that, or do you just not care?"
FINN
