Finn?
Everything feels foggy, like he's watching someone else go through it. Someone whose hair has no curls in it, whose eyes are the wrong shade of blue. It's like watching a show at the theatre, and the player in his role is doing a pretty good job at keeping it together. "It is good to see you," he says softly. And it is. He only wishes that he could remember the feel of Tobi's fingertips brushing across his skin, the warmth of her lips, the feel of her body wrapped around his own--
Finn's fingers flinch against his knee, and he hitches in a breath that stifles his response, at first. "N-no." He shakes his head when he can finally get the words out. "No complaints. Do whatever you need to do." Then its to change and to start writing his reports to Cian.
Finn's fingers flinch against his knee, and he hitches in a breath that stifles his response, at first. "N-no." He shakes his head when he can finally get the words out. "No complaints. Do whatever you need to do." Then its to change and to start writing his reports to Cian.
we all eat lies
when our hearts are hungry
when our hearts are hungry
