memory’s so treacherous
Finn is late. Finn is not put together. In yesterday's wrinkled clothes and with a head of curls that have not been tamed, he arrives with his offerings and places them down beside Sera's and Gideon's - for all the gods, this time, for there is no preference when it comes to something of this magnitude.
He kneels on the Priest's other side, gazing up at the shrine with tired eyes ringed with dark circles. Life is hard and it's only going to get more difficult from here, but maybe with a little guidance from their gods, they'll forge a way through.
Or maybe it will all go horribly wrong, and they'll just be here to bear witness to it. Either way, these are (of course) thoughts that Finn keeps to himself, letting out a shuddering breath as his gaze drops away to the ground.
He kneels on the Priest's other side, gazing up at the shrine with tired eyes ringed with dark circles. Life is hard and it's only going to get more difficult from here, but maybe with a little guidance from their gods, they'll forge a way through.
Or maybe it will all go horribly wrong, and they'll just be here to bear witness to it. Either way, these are (of course) thoughts that Finn keeps to himself, letting out a shuddering breath as his gaze drops away to the ground.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
