when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
Finn has no questions. He's a bit numb, to be honest, inside and outside, and he accepts the blanket with pale fingers that are still a bit wrinkled from the cold. "Thank you," he murmurs, locking eyes with the Flood for a mere moment before he's concentrating on getting warm. Part of him is concerned that he will never actually be warm again.
Once they are free to go, though, Finn is off into the corridors. Where is he going? It absolutely doesn't matter - he just needs a spare alcove to take a bump of dreamdust and chill himself out, just enough for him to be able to think and slow those thoughts down. And it's wonderful at first, honestly - Finn drifts away into the hallways, trailing fingers along the walls, the blankets around his shoulders, until...
Until there's a bath, set into the floor like a damned hotspring. With pupils like pinpricks, the Spyglass examines the steaming waters and array of oils and scents and other things (one makes bubbles, he's pretty sure), thinking nothing about adding absolutely whatever to it, before pulling his clothes over his head. Mostly sedated as he is, Finn slips into the hot water with a hum of contentment, sinking back against one of the stone sides of the pool.
Once they are free to go, though, Finn is off into the corridors. Where is he going? It absolutely doesn't matter - he just needs a spare alcove to take a bump of dreamdust and chill himself out, just enough for him to be able to think and slow those thoughts down. And it's wonderful at first, honestly - Finn drifts away into the hallways, trailing fingers along the walls, the blankets around his shoulders, until...
Until there's a bath, set into the floor like a damned hotspring. With pupils like pinpricks, the Spyglass examines the steaming waters and array of oils and scents and other things (one makes bubbles, he's pretty sure), thinking nothing about adding absolutely whatever to it, before pulling his clothes over his head. Mostly sedated as he is, Finn slips into the hot water with a hum of contentment, sinking back against one of the stone sides of the pool.
Finn?
