memory’s so treacherous
”Their opinions about your personal life are none of your business,” Finn says warmly, finding the hush of the water and the echo of his own voice somewhat soothing; perhaps that’s why he’s able to talk to her so openly. It’s not as though Finn isn’t the subject of scrutiny and gossip himself, but he’s more accustomed to ignoring it. Mainly because he doesn’t surround himself with people enough to really think about that sort of thing.
Reaching for soap, he’s slow and clumsy about it, but he’d be lying if it didn’t feel incredible to finally scrub himself clean, rinsing the ash and sweat and blood out of his curls, letting the cool water spray across his fevered brow. ”I don’t want another primary physician, Doctor Hart,” he murmurs, his eyes closed, head tilted up. ”You’re the only doctor I’ve had since getting to the Order. I find habits rather difficult to break.”
He doesn’t stop the stream of water until he’s entirely convinced that he’s washed himself completely, though by that point he’s a little dizzy again, and it leaves him dripping wet and struggling to focus.
Reaching for soap, he’s slow and clumsy about it, but he’d be lying if it didn’t feel incredible to finally scrub himself clean, rinsing the ash and sweat and blood out of his curls, letting the cool water spray across his fevered brow. ”I don’t want another primary physician, Doctor Hart,” he murmurs, his eyes closed, head tilted up. ”You’re the only doctor I’ve had since getting to the Order. I find habits rather difficult to break.”
He doesn’t stop the stream of water until he’s entirely convinced that he’s washed himself completely, though by that point he’s a little dizzy again, and it leaves him dripping wet and struggling to focus.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
