FINN
and into the forest i go,
Finn’s lips part to say something more, though his presence seems to draw more discomfort than anything else from the boy, and it’s nearly a relief when there’s movement from above. Straightening up, draped against the stairs with the plate in hand, his silks are billowing enough to disguise the presence of another body in the hidey hole beneath. The dream seems to pulse and shimmer, as if at war with itself; the name is important to one man but less so for the other.
”Does it have to be a girl?” Finn asks. ”I’ll trade, if they’d prefer. Mine is sleeping - it’s just clean up that’s needed.” Clean shaven, boyish and willowy, sometimes it doesn’t matter to them. Sometimes it even makes them angry to see him, as if their own arousal is a betrayal.
Surreptitiously, he glances back to the boy under the stairs, an apologetic smile flickering across his face.
”Does it have to be a girl?” Finn asks. ”I’ll trade, if they’d prefer. Mine is sleeping - it’s just clean up that’s needed.” Clean shaven, boyish and willowy, sometimes it doesn’t matter to them. Sometimes it even makes them angry to see him, as if their own arousal is a betrayal.
Surreptitiously, he glances back to the boy under the stairs, an apologetic smile flickering across his face.
to lose my mind and find my soul
