Finn?
Sunjata's question earns a smile from Finn, and he glances up at the other man with his lips still pressed to his chest and fingers in his hair. What does he have in mind? Only the best for the Governor, of course. Only the best for Finn, too, to get through this. And so, sitting up astride the Flood, he leans across to the bedside table, sliding open a drawer. From it, he withdraws what looks like two red teardrops, glittering softly in the light.
"Have you ever tried Snapdragon, Governor?" he asks, slipping one of the teardrops beneath his tongue and offering the other out to Sunjata, pressing it gentle to his lips. "If you're looking to forget about your scars and their stories, this will definitely help." It's an upper and then some, as the Flood is about to find out should he partake. As it begins to dissolve beneath Finn's tongue, already his body seems to relax, his smiles coming a little easier, a little more carefree.
"Have you ever tried Snapdragon, Governor?" he asks, slipping one of the teardrops beneath his tongue and offering the other out to Sunjata, pressing it gentle to his lips. "If you're looking to forget about your scars and their stories, this will definitely help." It's an upper and then some, as the Flood is about to find out should he partake. As it begins to dissolve beneath Finn's tongue, already his body seems to relax, his smiles coming a little easier, a little more carefree.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
