FINN
”There is?” Finn’s hands go patting at his shirt, finding a hole that’s been torn in it, a splash of old blood where a thorny vine in the Greatwood has gotten to him. ”You’re right. There is. It’s here.” He pulls the shirt apart, gazing down at the small scratch on one of his ribs like it might open into an eye, blinking out at the two of them. He grins again - it all makes sense.
”Do you need to open me up, and fill me with fire?” he wonders, thinking it sounds like a delightful idea. He tries to walk up to Remi as well, but his feet give way. Finn finds himself on his knees in black, black water, panting in the soot, his fingers prying at the spy hole in his ribs. There’s fresh blood, but no pain. Gods, he’s thirsty.
Red fingers find their way to his lips, and it’s the sweetest water he’s ever tasted.
”Do you need to open me up, and fill me with fire?” he wonders, thinking it sounds like a delightful idea. He tries to walk up to Remi as well, but his feet give way. Finn finds himself on his knees in black, black water, panting in the soot, his fingers prying at the spy hole in his ribs. There’s fresh blood, but no pain. Gods, he’s thirsty.
Red fingers find their way to his lips, and it’s the sweetest water he’s ever tasted.
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
