FINN
A shiver runs through Finn as the blanket is so carefully draped over him; not necessarily out of cold, but it’s more the realisation that he was cold and now that’s changing. Humming a sleepy note of contentment, he doesn’t quite stir, nestling further into the pillow and exhaling deeply. And it looks like it will stay that way for some time, at first, especially as the heat begins to kindle beneath the blanket to wrap around him.
But wakefulness is coming for him, and a few minutes later stormy eyes framed with long lashes peek open, just about, the shadows beneath them much reduced if never quite erased. A hand appears from beneath the blanket, sneaking up to rub at his face, the stubble on his cheeks, before flinching away at the bruising reminder that oh yeah, he got mugged.
But wakefulness is coming for him, and a few minutes later stormy eyes framed with long lashes peek open, just about, the shadows beneath them much reduced if never quite erased. A hand appears from beneath the blanket, sneaking up to rub at his face, the stubble on his cheeks, before flinching away at the bruising reminder that oh yeah, he got mugged.
