FINN
He’s nodding, eager, wondering why Finn keeps talking about it and why they aren’t just throwing themselves into the sky, splintering into millions of shards that will come back together, one day. They would become two clean parts of the same soul, sharing, and it will be perfect. ”Please,” he whispers, nearly laughing with it.
Then Remi asks the question and Finn swallows. His throat is dry enough that it might slash itself on the air, blood lubricating his voice. ”We go together,” he decides. Because they are already together. They are always together, they’ve just never realised it. So he reaches out, hands seeking great, feathery wings, and gives himself the push he’s always needed.
Then Remi asks the question and Finn swallows. His throat is dry enough that it might slash itself on the air, blood lubricating his voice. ”We go together,” he decides. Because they are already together. They are always together, they’ve just never realised it. So he reaches out, hands seeking great, feathery wings, and gives himself the push he’s always needed.
listen to silence. it has so much to say
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
