memory’s so treacherous
Finn isn't remotely aware of where he's walked, but it's perhaps not so surprising that his subconscious has taken him back down to the medical clinic. He has spent the evening with Tobi and it was the last place he visited before retiring to sleep; his feet know the way back down there without needing a prompt. But Finn's mind isn't on the clinic; it isn't on wine glasses or music stages or odd socks. He's deep in the cold outside by now, leaving prints that are instantly covered up.
And something is pursuing him - something he can't give a name to, but something that terrifies him nonetheless. So wrapped up is Finn in remembering the nightmare he's trying to avoid, he passes right by the clinic and accidentally turns too soon around a corner, knocking his shoulder against the wall. Hissing in a breath and removing his hand from his pockets to rub at the bruise that will probably form, his keys tumble out and onto the flagstones.
He stoops, of course, to get them, and continues on around the corner.
And something is pursuing him - something he can't give a name to, but something that terrifies him nonetheless. So wrapped up is Finn in remembering the nightmare he's trying to avoid, he passes right by the clinic and accidentally turns too soon around a corner, knocking his shoulder against the wall. Hissing in a breath and removing his hand from his pockets to rub at the bruise that will probably form, his keys tumble out and onto the flagstones.
He stoops, of course, to get them, and continues on around the corner.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
