FINN
and into the forest i go,
”Sorry for what?” Finn wants to know. His smile is a fleeting thing, practiced and sweet, but a closer inspection shows that it reaches nowhere near his eyes. The boy under the stairs is a ragged thing, skinny and scabbed, and he reminds Finn of himself just a few short years ago. While Remi’s face is splattered with mud and dirt, Finn has seen more of LongHeat here than he ever will in his life, and the bridge of his nose is covered in real freckles. Beneath his silk shift there are marks of all that has come to pass, even in the past few hours, but externally at least, he seems healthy enough.
Certainly healthier than the boy under the stairs.
Perhaps it’s that phantom similarity that causes him to speak again, Finn carefully getting up and arranging the silks around himself. ”Would you like some bread and honey?” he asks. ”Whoever it is you’re waiting for, they probably won’t be done for some time.”
Certainly healthier than the boy under the stairs.
Perhaps it’s that phantom similarity that causes him to speak again, Finn carefully getting up and arranging the silks around himself. ”Would you like some bread and honey?” he asks. ”Whoever it is you’re waiting for, they probably won’t be done for some time.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
