memory’s so treacherous
Finn recognises in Sunjata the look of a man who is more dangerous than meets the eye. And he reacts accordingly, making sure to keep eyes averted as the Arbiter leans against the table, as he smiles. Packing away notes and rising to his feet, he gives a soft nod and tucks the chair back in under the table. ”I’ll do that,” he assures the other man, though how true that is even Finn doesn’t know if he can answer.
”Enjoy your evening.” It’s abrupt, the way he leaves, and he knows it. But with hackles raised and Finn feeling less comfortable than usual (and the bar is set low, honestly), he feels it better to get out of there. He’s being foolish, sloppy even, falling asleep in public places. More discretion is advised for the future.
~FIN
”Enjoy your evening.” It’s abrupt, the way he leaves, and he knows it. But with hackles raised and Finn feeling less comfortable than usual (and the bar is set low, honestly), he feels it better to get out of there. He’s being foolish, sloppy even, falling asleep in public places. More discretion is advised for the future.
~FIN
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
