i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun,
Abject hell.
That's what Finn would describe his night as.
He can't even place it as any one thing, honestly. His attic apartment is gone, his home with Tobi is gone. All his first times, his memories from that place, they're all gone. Or at least, they're not gone, they're just clouded by other memories. Ones that should never have been released, of hands and tongues and all kinds of other parts all over him, all the time.
So he can't blame Tobi for sedating him - he might have even asked for it, he doesn't actually remember. And as the doctor returns, Finn won't have moved. He's still huddled under the blanket on the ground, caked in soot and sweat and covered in scrapes and bruises. The creak of the door does finally stir him, though, and stormy eyes peel open to look around, glazed and uncertain. Disorientated, as Tobi had foreseen.
That's what Finn would describe his night as.
He can't even place it as any one thing, honestly. His attic apartment is gone, his home with Tobi is gone. All his first times, his memories from that place, they're all gone. Or at least, they're not gone, they're just clouded by other memories. Ones that should never have been released, of hands and tongues and all kinds of other parts all over him, all the time.
So he can't blame Tobi for sedating him - he might have even asked for it, he doesn't actually remember. And as the doctor returns, Finn won't have moved. He's still huddled under the blanket on the ground, caked in soot and sweat and covered in scrapes and bruises. The creak of the door does finally stir him, though, and stormy eyes peel open to look around, glazed and uncertain. Disorientated, as Tobi had foreseen.
tucked away in your chest
FINN
