we are all broken
Finn has landed on the floor with a whump, taking all the blankets along with him, and he’s still absentmindedly trying to pull them away from his face as he flops onto his back. He squints up at the bed, blearily blinking at the face that pops over the side of the mattress. ”No,” he says to Amalia’s mourning of him, rubbing at his forehead. ”No, I am dead. Or a monster. I’m both.” There’s some half hearted flailing that makes the blankets dance, and he gives up a moment later.
Moving makes him dizzy, and his mouth is terribly dry. So with a huff of a sigh and a half moan, he rolls onto his side and hides his face into the... floor. Amalia can join him, or she can fall asleep in the bed. One thing is abundantly clear, though - Finn ain’t going anywhere.
Moving makes him dizzy, and his mouth is terribly dry. So with a huff of a sigh and a half moan, he rolls onto his side and hides his face into the... floor. Amalia can join him, or she can fall asleep in the bed. One thing is abundantly clear, though - Finn ain’t going anywhere.
that’s how the light gets in
