i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun,
The water and ice burn, and Finn winces away from it at first. But the angel whose voice keeps urging him on has never let him shy back from it yet, so it's with a groan (he's too dehydrated to sob anymore) that he lets the cold pierce into him. His hand trembles terribly as he reaches up to try and capture her wrist, though whether it's to pull her fingers away from his lips or to press them closer is beyond either of their comprehension.
Like Icarus, it's on shredded wings that Finn tumbles into himself, and he shudders out a breath. "Doctor Hart." He whispers her name like a prayer, as if noticing her presence for the first time in a very long while. Clarity only brings further misery, though, and he squeezes his eyes shut. "How long has it been, please?"
Like Icarus, it's on shredded wings that Finn tumbles into himself, and he shudders out a breath. "Doctor Hart." He whispers her name like a prayer, as if noticing her presence for the first time in a very long while. Clarity only brings further misery, though, and he squeezes his eyes shut. "How long has it been, please?"
tucked away in your chest
FINN
