FINN
The two of them are not a healthy combination in general, and it’s something that Finn realised as early as their first conversation. And yet here they are, constantly in orbit without ever really touching, trying to find their missing pieces in each other. Maybe Finn did happen to Remi. Maybe he keeps happening to Remi. He’s as helpless to it as anything else in his life though, if that’s the case.
Still walking, unsure how to navigate the bump and sway of the waves, he glances back over his shoulder at Remi with eyes made even stormier by the churning water below. ”How does it feel to be afraid of being kind?” he wonders softly, gazing at this man who might be an angel on the sea in his current iteration. But Finn has seen Remi kill children with this face of an angel. With his face.
Still walking, unsure how to navigate the bump and sway of the waves, he glances back over his shoulder at Remi with eyes made even stormier by the churning water below. ”How does it feel to be afraid of being kind?” he wonders softly, gazing at this man who might be an angel on the sea in his current iteration. But Finn has seen Remi kill children with this face of an angel. With his face.
