Finn?
They are both more than awake, in body if not in mind, and Finn's lips have parted to enjoy the attentions paid to him (so infrequently does it happen, that he's really not sure what to do). Indeed, were it not for the words whispered into his ear, he might have been utterly compliant throughout what happens next. But the language - so unusual, so completely foreign to his sensibilities - has him blinking his eyes back open, his head turning enough to just about spy a flash of green in his periphery.
"What...?" he asks dumbly, thinking he has perhaps misunderstood something; or worse, that his mind might be on fire again, and that the words might make sense to anyone who has a modicum of sanity. "What did you say...?" He tries again, and his worry over his own state is enough to break the bonds of what he ought to do, how he ought to act.
"What...?" he asks dumbly, thinking he has perhaps misunderstood something; or worse, that his mind might be on fire again, and that the words might make sense to anyone who has a modicum of sanity. "What did you say...?" He tries again, and his worry over his own state is enough to break the bonds of what he ought to do, how he ought to act.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
