awareness is the enemy of sanity
Finn has never partaken when Cian has offered him a cigarette and he isn't about to start now. His pupils are still overlarge from the lingering snapdragon in his system, and he declines politely with his gaze fixed on the fireplace. There are gold spots dancing in his vision, so long has he spent staring at the flames, but it doesn't seem to bother him.
"Hm?" If it had been anyone else - anyone at all - he likely wouldn't have even noticed the details in what Cian has just said. But it isn't anyone else - it's Doctor October Hart, and he would have known in his years of seeing her whether or not she had a child in her life. "I don't understand," he says softly.
Is there anything else, though? Only one thing, perhaps. "The Nightingale has returned, and is a demigod of Frey."
"Hm?" If it had been anyone else - anyone at all - he likely wouldn't have even noticed the details in what Cian has just said. But it isn't anyone else - it's Doctor October Hart, and he would have known in his years of seeing her whether or not she had a child in her life. "I don't understand," he says softly.
Is there anything else, though? Only one thing, perhaps. "The Nightingale has returned, and is a demigod of Frey."
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
