my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
They're both flushing and it's awkward all over again, Finn looking the complete opposite way to Amalia, and he latches on to her remarks and questions like they're a lifeline and he's drowning. Grip on his briefcase tightening a bit, he clears his throat and nods to her. "Sure," he says, about to suggest that she doesn't walk home alone afterwards as well. Finn has been on the receiving end of Torchline's knuckles, and for him it happened in broad daylight.
But then he remembers that she's a demigoddess and that he's just seen her fly, so he decides to swallow that comment back. He'd just end up sticking his foot in his mouth again if he tried. And so they walk away together towards the dancing lights of Haulani, another bond forged, another tentative step taken. But at what cost?
~FINnnnnnn
But then he remembers that she's a demigoddess and that he's just seen her fly, so he decides to swallow that comment back. He'd just end up sticking his foot in his mouth again if he tried. And so they walk away together towards the dancing lights of Haulani, another bond forged, another tentative step taken. But at what cost?
~FINnnnnnn
FINN
