memory’s so treacherous
Always easy to lead, Finn allows himself the faintest of smiles, as if he can imagine a life where he might have been pardoned or saved, or even prevented from needing to break the law in the first place. He steals a glance at the goddess, catching the merest flush in her cheeks before his gaze is lowering again, Finn taking sudden interest in his guitar.
His response is predictable and Safrin has the right of it - gold was never his goal in stealing from Safrin’s temple (food, though, that had been infinitely precious), and he has spoken before, about ridding himself of his scars. It would not remove the hurts that caused them, so what would be the point?
She continues, though, and draws his eyes back up, stormy gaze filled with something curious - interested, even. ”Strings that can coax the world into... life?” he echoes, his fingers absently plucking along the existing guitar strings. ”I don’t deserve anything like that. It’s enough to know that I won’t be haunted by my mistake.”
His response is predictable and Safrin has the right of it - gold was never his goal in stealing from Safrin’s temple (food, though, that had been infinitely precious), and he has spoken before, about ridding himself of his scars. It would not remove the hurts that caused them, so what would be the point?
She continues, though, and draws his eyes back up, stormy gaze filled with something curious - interested, even. ”Strings that can coax the world into... life?” he echoes, his fingers absently plucking along the existing guitar strings. ”I don’t deserve anything like that. It’s enough to know that I won’t be haunted by my mistake.”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
