Finn?
"And I've got the place. So you can indulge to your heart's content." Sipping again at his wine, Finn watches as feathers replace armour, as his words massage away wariness and reluctance, not that there was much of either to begin with. Making people comfortable - it's both a job and a knack that he possesses (when he wears silks instead of spectacles, in any case). "That's a pretty trick," he says with a lopsided smile. "Do you have any others?"
Sunjata finishes his whiskey and already Finn is raising his hand for the bottle from the bar - it can follow them upstairs, which is where they both assume they are going, he imagines. Otherwise, things are about to get quite interesting down in the bar, and no sooner has he slipped his hand into the Flood's when Sunjata is drawing him to his feet. Thomas's body is as tall as Finn's, but it still has nothing on the man opposite. He hums appreciatively, his fingers lingering against the other man's hand.
"I can see why your height is the first thing people notice," he remarks, barely needing to whisper with their sudden proximity. "How many scars are there though, I wonder?"
Sunjata finishes his whiskey and already Finn is raising his hand for the bottle from the bar - it can follow them upstairs, which is where they both assume they are going, he imagines. Otherwise, things are about to get quite interesting down in the bar, and no sooner has he slipped his hand into the Flood's when Sunjata is drawing him to his feet. Thomas's body is as tall as Finn's, but it still has nothing on the man opposite. He hums appreciatively, his fingers lingering against the other man's hand.
"I can see why your height is the first thing people notice," he remarks, barely needing to whisper with their sudden proximity. "How many scars are there though, I wonder?"
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
