FINN
and into the forest i go,
She asks more, and Finn’s gaze grows a little darker and flatter, like there are invisible shutters he’s pulling down behind his eyes. ”No,” he says softly, ”no, it was... someone I used to work for.” Perhaps it’s a good thing, that - unlike with Remi - Finn does not want to admit the truth of his past to Amalia. She’s too good for that, he feels, and he finds himself wanting her to believe the best in him. ”It was a long time ago.”
He watches her with the guitar, smiling as she touches its strings and seems to feel for it in the same way that he does. ”...I find it difficult, yes,” he admits softly, unaware that the words have left his lips until it’s too late. ”I do not travel well.” A poor explanation for something much deeper, but it will have to do. ”I could teach you to play... The guitar, I mean. If you wanted.” The offer is a sudden and flighty thing, Finn rubbing at the back of his neck.
He watches her with the guitar, smiling as she touches its strings and seems to feel for it in the same way that he does. ”...I find it difficult, yes,” he admits softly, unaware that the words have left his lips until it’s too late. ”I do not travel well.” A poor explanation for something much deeper, but it will have to do. ”I could teach you to play... The guitar, I mean. If you wanted.” The offer is a sudden and flighty thing, Finn rubbing at the back of his neck.
to lose my mind and find my soul
