finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
"Well I suppose it is better for the ursur or the dragon," Finn says softly, managing a faint smile as he casts a sidelong glance at the doctor, though it doesn't reach his eyes. No, those continue to reflect the stormy seas back out at the Falling, and he inhales a breath that doesn't seem to fill his lungs, no matter how hard he tries. Focus.
Slipping his glasses from the case with his free hand, he slips them on and swallows hard. "A witness said they heard screaming, and saw a figure run from around that bend," he explains, nodding up ahead to a sharp jut of stone. "But there was no body and no sign of a struggle. So I suppose I will be relying on these." He adjusts his glasses, trying to focus solely on the rock and not the way it drops away only metres from where they stand.
Slipping his glasses from the case with his free hand, he slips them on and swallows hard. "A witness said they heard screaming, and saw a figure run from around that bend," he explains, nodding up ahead to a sharp jut of stone. "But there was no body and no sign of a struggle. So I suppose I will be relying on these." He adjusts his glasses, trying to focus solely on the rock and not the way it drops away only metres from where they stand.
it always feels so stark
