you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
”Tea...?” Finn echoes his counterpart’s words as if they’ve come from far away, and he can do little more than stand by as Falke goes to fetch their drinks, leaving him alone once more in a room he’d expected to be empty. Still, even addled as he is by the afternoon’s events, Finn moves automatically. The shirt comes off, as does everything else, and he wastes no time in dressing anew, though he forsakes shoes this time given that he’s as close to ‘home’ as it gets in Torchline.
By the time Falke returns, Finn will be seated in the other chair (the less comfortable one), his curls still wet, his eyes closed, head tilted back to think. The sound of the door disturbs him, and he glances up to watch the Fixer cross the room. ”Does Cian know you are here? Dorian?” he wonders.
By the time Falke returns, Finn will be seated in the other chair (the less comfortable one), his curls still wet, his eyes closed, head tilted back to think. The sound of the door disturbs him, and he glances up to watch the Fixer cross the room. ”Does Cian know you are here? Dorian?” he wonders.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
