FINN
and into the forest i go,
As Remi sidles out of the shadows, inch by inch, it will be to see Finn leaning very casually against the side of the staircase, his stormy eyes flicking down to the boy as he appears. ”Sure,” he says with another sweet smile, reaching out to lift a slice of bread from the plate, taking a small bite and glancing over his shoulder and up the stairs. It’s late - a very unsociable hour even by the Silk Houses’ standards - and no one looks as if they will be around for a while.
Even now the smell of sex lingers on him; it can’t be helped, unfortunately, though he has stopped to wash face and hands as well as topping himself up on wine. It’s an amalgamation of scents - sweet berries and fragrant soaps, honey and musk and alcohol. ”It’s nice to meet you, Remi,” he says. ”Are you thirsty?”
Even now the smell of sex lingers on him; it can’t be helped, unfortunately, though he has stopped to wash face and hands as well as topping himself up on wine. It’s an amalgamation of scents - sweet berries and fragrant soaps, honey and musk and alcohol. ”It’s nice to meet you, Remi,” he says. ”Are you thirsty?”
to lose my mind and find my soul
