finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
Finn isn't the type of man who is particularly good at working with his hands - not in a practical, craftmanship sense, in any case (something something ex-prostitute). In comparison, though, he's very good with measurements and constructing things in his mind, and having helped to design the window in his old office with Seraphina, once upon a time, a few frames for some glass doesn't seem all that difficult.
He hasn't accounted for how cold Halo can be, though, especially at the height of Deepfrost, and even though the dome over the Citadel means that it's only as cold as, say, every other damned day of the year, it hardly makes it warm. So he's headed out to a small workshop run by a carpenter, explaining the situation and thanking him for his help when he manages to produce some suitable wood for the frames.
Now it's just a matter of putting them together. Which Finn will hop right to, you know, as soon as he can feel his fingers again.
He hasn't accounted for how cold Halo can be, though, especially at the height of Deepfrost, and even though the dome over the Citadel means that it's only as cold as, say, every other damned day of the year, it hardly makes it warm. So he's headed out to a small workshop run by a carpenter, explaining the situation and thanking him for his help when he manages to produce some suitable wood for the frames.
Now it's just a matter of putting them together. Which Finn will hop right to, you know, as soon as he can feel his fingers again.
it always feels so stark
