you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
He does not have a choice. Finn stiffens beneath the skewer of that pointed finger, his grip tightening on the umbrella, and he breathes slowly and evenly as if it might help. The world is loud out here in the growing dark, the colours are screaming and clamouring for his attention, and he tries to keep his eyes on Cian, like he’s an anchor in the tempest. ”The kind that do not involve convincing a man to leave his children for a cause that may kill him,” he says softly, a whisper of steel in his voice.
The regret is immediate, and Finn bows his head to gaze at the floor instead, feeling the pressure of a headache start its slow build behind his eyes. ”Ronin Taliesin still cares. He will be convinced, but Dorian would be a better candidate.” It goes wordlessly, without saying, that he does not think Cian would be able to get the man on side.
The regret is immediate, and Finn bows his head to gaze at the floor instead, feeling the pressure of a headache start its slow build behind his eyes. ”Ronin Taliesin still cares. He will be convinced, but Dorian would be a better candidate.” It goes wordlessly, without saying, that he does not think Cian would be able to get the man on side.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
