memory’s so treacherous
The force of Ever's hug almost knocks Finn off his feet, and he manages to catch himself in time to wrap his arms around the boy in return. It is a flagrant display of affection, but whereas most would find Finn awkward and stiff in the face of such an embrace, his son is always the exception to the rule. "I love you too," he murmurs, holding him close and smiling to himself.
"Okay. If it makes you feel any better, I don't want any of that either. Not or me, or you, or mom." He stays like that for a while longer before finally straightening up, letting his arm move around Ever's shoulders. "Would you like to finish cleaning up later? We could go for a walk in the Celestine and get cocoa before it gets dark."
"Okay. If it makes you feel any better, I don't want any of that either. Not or me, or you, or mom." He stays like that for a while longer before finally straightening up, letting his arm move around Ever's shoulders. "Would you like to finish cleaning up later? We could go for a walk in the Celestine and get cocoa before it gets dark."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
