FINN
He’s turned away, but gods his gaze almost wants to linger on it, on all that swamps his vision. Finn might stay and look forever, and it will either stop being so maddening or it will destroy him completely. But Cian’s voice tears his attention away, dark blue meeting pale, and he reaches up to swipe the wetness from his cheeks with one hand, though it leaves a streak of blood in its wake instead.
He’s told he doesn’t have to look any more and it’s a release he’s desperate for, Finn fumbling to remove his glasses, to put them away where they can’t cause any further damage. The Eye’s hands on his shoulders are a heavy pressure, a compression almost, that is more grounding than the scalding heat or the dryness in his throat.
”May I go home, please?” he requests, or pleads, rather, both bold and broken enough to ask for it outright.
He’s told he doesn’t have to look any more and it’s a release he’s desperate for, Finn fumbling to remove his glasses, to put them away where they can’t cause any further damage. The Eye’s hands on his shoulders are a heavy pressure, a compression almost, that is more grounding than the scalding heat or the dryness in his throat.
”May I go home, please?” he requests, or pleads, rather, both bold and broken enough to ask for it outright.
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
