finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
"It is nice to meet you, Luka. Hopefully if we see each other again, it won't be because you fell down," Finn says, his tone pleasant enough but never straying beyond the polite, even if there is a touch of mischief in his stormy eyes to hear about the boy's sister. At least he isn't alone. "Perhaps she is spying on you," he suggests, "and that is why you can't seem to find her."
Glancing across and down at Luka as he realises the boy has fallen into step with him, Finn shortens his strides and raises his brows. "Help?" he repeats. "Oh - well - ... yes, if you'd like to. I have everything I need to construct the frames; maybe you can hammer some of the nails in?"
Glancing across and down at Luka as he realises the boy has fallen into step with him, Finn shortens his strides and raises his brows. "Help?" he repeats. "Oh - well - ... yes, if you'd like to. I have everything I need to construct the frames; maybe you can hammer some of the nails in?"
it always feels so stark
