October
There is not a single solitary sound from within. Finn's knuckles rap against the door and it echos hollowly, before the sound simply drops away leaving the pair in utter silence. "I can't tell if it's better or worse that he isn't here..." You say under your breath, hovering behind Finn, watching nervously over his shoulder.
"Is it locked?" Because if it was, that would end your search surely. You couldn't fly, and unless Finn was suddenly a burglar (though it might not surprise you to know that he could pick locks in all honesty), there was nothing more you could do.
But if it was open? Gods the idea of trespassing into Cian's office makes your legs turn to jello even more than the stairs had done.
"Is it locked?" Because if it was, that would end your search surely. You couldn't fly, and unless Finn was suddenly a burglar (though it might not surprise you to know that he could pick locks in all honesty), there was nothing more you could do.
But if it was open? Gods the idea of trespassing into Cian's office makes your legs turn to jello even more than the stairs had done.
with illusions of someday cast in a golden light
