memory’s so treacherous
In his dreams he is laying on the surface of a lake, one endlessly deep, and yet he never sinks. Above him the stars row across the sky, which is the most stunning shade of violet he has ever seen. Finn floats, he’s at peace, it’s all still...
...place like this. Makes you an easy target.
The lake splinters into a thousand shards, sending Finn plummeting into the dark. He’s falling, it’s eating him alive, swallowing him up—
He gasps as he jerks into a sitting position, stormy eyes glazed and confused, and for a second - just a second - he thinks perhaps the man opposite has been sitting there the whole time. Has Finn been holding a conversation without being there?
”S-sorry,” he mumbles, blearily gazing down at his notes, at the stranger, at his drink. ”Have... have we met?”
...place like this. Makes you an easy target.
The lake splinters into a thousand shards, sending Finn plummeting into the dark. He’s falling, it’s eating him alive, swallowing him up—
He gasps as he jerks into a sitting position, stormy eyes glazed and confused, and for a second - just a second - he thinks perhaps the man opposite has been sitting there the whole time. Has Finn been holding a conversation without being there?
”S-sorry,” he mumbles, blearily gazing down at his notes, at the stranger, at his drink. ”Have... have we met?”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
