FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
"Thank you, I would appreciate it," Finn murmurs, as if not sitting his son down for the hey so did you know your grandmother committed suicide chat was something he ought to be grateful for. (Except with Remi, he absolutely should be grateful for it). He doesn't expect the flare of heat in the pit of his stomach at the other man's carefree slap to his masculinity, and the storm in Finn's eyes finally seems to be rolling in when he lifts his gaze to meet Remi's.
"Go fuck yourself, Remi," he says, his tone soft and calm and level, though as he abruptly rises from the table, he's anything but. Snatching a napkin and pressing it to his lips, it comes away stained with a bloody kiss against the fabric. "A party favour for you," he snaps, tossing it back to the table and stalking away down the hallway, into the same bathroom that, to be honest, he'll probably never use again after tonight.
The sound of a door locking and a tap running echoes soon after, which is for the best - it will cover the sound of the dinner's reappearance and, later, Finn's furious cleaning.
"Go fuck yourself, Remi," he says, his tone soft and calm and level, though as he abruptly rises from the table, he's anything but. Snatching a napkin and pressing it to his lips, it comes away stained with a bloody kiss against the fabric. "A party favour for you," he snaps, tossing it back to the table and stalking away down the hallway, into the same bathroom that, to be honest, he'll probably never use again after tonight.
The sound of a door locking and a tap running echoes soon after, which is for the best - it will cover the sound of the dinner's reappearance and, later, Finn's furious cleaning.
that the soul is revealed
