my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
Finn has gotten Cian's letter. Despite the events of the past few days (events which have seen him markedly more at ease, sleeping like a rock through the night and smiling without realising it), he can tell a bad omen when it arrives on his desk. And so rather than replying and risking the letter being intercepted - or really, rather than having to wait uneasily for a response - Finn makes an appointment to see the Eye, finding himself outside Cian's office one morning soon after receiving the correspondence.
He looks surprisingly put together; his clothes are clean and pressed, his curls still damp from the shower, and maybe he's even wearing a touch of cologne. (I know, right?) Reaching out to knock at the door, Finn waits for the order to be given before he steps into Cian's office to discuss this trip he's apparently going to be taking.
He looks surprisingly put together; his clothes are clean and pressed, his curls still damp from the shower, and maybe he's even wearing a touch of cologne. (I know, right?) Reaching out to knock at the door, Finn waits for the order to be given before he steps into Cian's office to discuss this trip he's apparently going to be taking.
FINN
