finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
Finn has always known that the Falling is a hotbed for shady dealings, violent crime and suicides. He knows that last one quite intimately, in fact. And yet, somehow it still comes as a surprise that one of the first cases he's called to investigate is up here, and the newly minted investigator has to stop from locking himself in the bathroom to count the tiles on the floor rather than brave the brisk winds and steep heights.
He manages it, just about, but that's more because of his unofficial partner than any merit on Finn's part. "Thank you for doing this with me," he murmurs to Tobi, his hand clasped in hers as they head up and past the Skyport towards the site of the crime, his coat flapping around his heels. "I do not think this will take long. It is just a cursory look for evidence."
He manages it, just about, but that's more because of his unofficial partner than any merit on Finn's part. "Thank you for doing this with me," he murmurs to Tobi, his hand clasped in hers as they head up and past the Skyport towards the site of the crime, his coat flapping around his heels. "I do not think this will take long. It is just a cursory look for evidence."
it always feels so stark
