Finn?
The monsoons are in full swing, a wall of unending rain that batters the side of the Halenani and sends the wind howling through any cracks in windows, any gaps beneath doors. But one wouldn't think that to be the case in the light and airy lounge, and nor would one expect someone with Finn's background to be so at ease here. But the mask he has slipped on has put a fraction of distance between himself and the world he inhabits in his mind. Thomas takes the brunt of what happens to him, and the rest?
Drink and other substances do the rest.
He hasn't had much luck by way of pillow talk and extracting information thus far, but then it is only really his first evening. He finds himself lounging upon one of the many couches, a dark wine painting his lips a deeper shade of pink than they ought to be. The shirt he wears is as white and loose fitting as much of the decor in the Halenani, and his pants are only carelessly laced up at the front. His mind hazy, his hips and legs vaguely sore, Finn has stepped back into his role as if he never left.
And that is perhaps the saddest thing of all.
Drink and other substances do the rest.
He hasn't had much luck by way of pillow talk and extracting information thus far, but then it is only really his first evening. He finds himself lounging upon one of the many couches, a dark wine painting his lips a deeper shade of pink than they ought to be. The shirt he wears is as white and loose fitting as much of the decor in the Halenani, and his pants are only carelessly laced up at the front. His mind hazy, his hips and legs vaguely sore, Finn has stepped back into his role as if he never left.
And that is perhaps the saddest thing of all.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
