FINN
and into the forest i go,
Before Finn knows it the boy is gone again, the plate skittering across the floor causing him to jolt in surprise. He leans down to collect it up, his silks dipping in a streak of honey as they slip from his shoulder, revealing stripes of still pinkish scarring. ”I’m very sorry,” he says, chastising himself for being so careless. Has Finn become as bad as those who use him like an object? Touching without thinking, without considering whether those he’s touching might want it or not?
Crouching before the shadowy underside of the stairs, rich blue pooling out all around him, Finn tilts his head in at Remi. ”You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he says. ”No is a complete sentence, so they say. I just thought it might be better than whatever you’re going through now.” The patches clothes, the scraped knees, the frightened rabbit look. ”I’ll fetch you some more food. I’ll leave it with you, and if you’re hungry and it’s gone by the time you go, then no one will notice.”
Crouching before the shadowy underside of the stairs, rich blue pooling out all around him, Finn tilts his head in at Remi. ”You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he says. ”No is a complete sentence, so they say. I just thought it might be better than whatever you’re going through now.” The patches clothes, the scraped knees, the frightened rabbit look. ”I’ll fetch you some more food. I’ll leave it with you, and if you’re hungry and it’s gone by the time you go, then no one will notice.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
