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finn, original character. written by charlie, est. 02/2015

[convincery]

          “As Roland had said, Eddie would die talking.”

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[convincery]

the door was suddenly there, a rectangle of darkness. eddie felt the wind from that other world blow his sweaty hair back from his forehead. he heard the waves rolling up that stony beach. he smelled the tang of sour sea-salt. and in spite of everything, all his pain and sorrow, he suddenly wanted to see this Tower of which roland spoke. 

                              he wanted to see it very much.

[rockatanskis-blog]

     huh. it doesn’t cross max’s mind to imagine he’s anything but the former – even if that kind of thing lingered in the conscious mind, he’s not bold enough to make that kind of assumption, not walking off the context in which they met.

     ❝ Yeah. Needed it. ❞  loud mumbly kinda humming thing.  ❝ Thanks. ❞

[horrifia]

   He shrugs, to say it’s nothing. His fingers run along the edge of the table, and then he allows himself a question, curious:

“Are you f-from he-here? The c-c-city, I m-mean.”

[acriminalatheart-blog]

     “ he’s a huntin’ dog. i got pictures on my phone – … dear god, i’ve turned int’ one a’ those people. “

[horrifia]

“i’ve g-g-got a full al-album of p-pics of my c-cat, so. n-n-n-not judge-judging.”

[rockatanskis-blog]

     his fingers feel stiff when he stretches them out to shake finn’s hand. he’s not lacking in enthusiasm, per se; he hopes he doesn’t come off cold. it’s not meant to be.

     “Yeah.” he looks down at his cup, runs his thumb against the edge of the lid. he clears his throat. he thinks he’d probably be fine, if finn did want to ask about him. “You buy strangers coffee a lot?”

[horrifia]

   “D-Depends.”

A tiny smile. He doesn’t think Max is cold, rather that he might not be used to people like most of them are.

   “If I see some-someone that l-looks like they m-might need it, yeah. Or if th-they’re c-c-cute.”

[druidaearchive-blog1]

     That is the idea. It won’t hurt him or nothing. Knowing Vince, he won’t even notice.

[horrifia]

O-Okay.

( a beat. )

W-Wait! ( fumbling for his phone, because he has to record this historic moment, and when the camera’s on and ready -- )

O-Okay, g-give it to him.

[rockatanskis-blog]

                                            FEELS LIKE HOPE.

[sentienc]

   ( a smile, budding. )

   It’s a date.

[horrifia]

( beaming like a ray of sunshine he is practically floating )

Yeah. A d-d-date!

[trappmoutharchive-deactivated20]

   “ ouch. ouch? i don’t know what yer relationship with your sister looks like.”

[horrifia]

“oh, n-no. i-it’s g-g-good. i meant, sh-she th-threw it for a fr-friend of hers a-and invited me to h-help.”

[memoryserved]

He doesn’t deserve the rambling. Besides, the pressure feels somewhat alleviated, after blowing off some steam. 

   “… C’mere. Lean over.” They cup Finn’s face between both hands and plant a kiss just east of his lips. “Thank you for listening.”

[horrifia]

Tiny smile. His fingers curl around their wrist.

“An-Anytime, Ken.”

[aloeveras]

[convincery]

the door was suddenly there, a rectangle of darkness. eddie felt the wind from that other world blow his sweaty hair back from his forehead. he heard the waves rolling up that stony beach. he smelled the tang of sour sea-salt. and in spite of everything, all his pain and sorrow, he suddenly wanted to see this Tower of which roland spoke. 

                              he wanted to see it very much.

[ahjaysis]

                                            “ — right, let’s give it a bit of class and                                                                get the irish into it.”

[rockatanskis-blog]

     this guy is – a nice guy. a genuinely nice guy. it’s hard to find that, nowadays, and it makes max feel a drop of guilt for openly mooching off him. he likes to try and make an equal exchange out of things, sometimes; bartering on a life scale. he has nothing to give this kid in return for buying max coffee. 

     he drags the cup towards himself regardless, fingers linking around it and soaking up some warmth, first. 

     “My name’s Max.”

[horrifia]

“f-f-finn.”

he holds out his hand over the table for him to shake with a smile.

“n-nice to m-m-meet you, max.”

he wants to ask max about himself, but he doesn’t want this to be like -- like he bought him coffee just to get a story, something to tell other people later or to put in one of his books. he just wants the guy to have something to eat and some company. it’s nice not to be alone after having bad dreams.

[trappmoutharchive-deactivated20]

  “ you don’t look the type a guy who’s goin’ out doin’ this often ‘nough to be   talkin’ like that.  what was it: birthday? someone gettin’ married? “

[horrifia]

“b-b-birthday. not even m-mine. not e-even a f-friend’s. it was my s-sister’s p-p-p-party.”

[rockatanskis-blog]

    he shakes his head after a fashion of no, i haven’t got anywhere i stay other than my car, but quickly eyes up a bare table and hooks out the far chair by his ankle. there’s a stilted kind of graciousness in his expression; his smile looks wrong on his face, but he’s trying. “We can sit.”

[horrifia]

    “yeah -- o-okay! s-sure.” he grins at max, then takes a seat, linking his hands over the table. he could’ve gotten himself a coffee or something to eat, too, but he’s actually fine -- and any money he has on him he’d rather leave with max for now. if max will accept it, that is. he doesn’t want him to take it the wrong way.

[horrifia]

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