@prikazv said: “ the darkness, the deepness ; all the things that make me who i am “ ( arthur )
finn stared at the glass that was half empty, or perhaps it was half full, shaking his head to shoo away the pesky thoughts of philosophy. he had to deal with the eldest shelby at the moment, who was still at the Garrison and in a booth almost sinking deeper into the seat.
“ Right, the darkness, well-- the only darkness that you gotta worry about is gettin’ a black and blue mark on your eye from that table. C’mon, grab my arm. ”
the words ‘I’ll help you’ never fell on his lips but they didn’t need too, it was common place for finn to gather up the rest of the family, like a sheepdog or somethin. he had seen Arthur like this before, but that was after their saving Grace was so cruelly ripped from the families arms, it had only been...fuck, three days and four hours since their brother was stolen from them also. he knew his brothers where coping in their own ways, but damn if it wasn’t hard to see them in such a mourning state. it felt like JOHN was still around, he woke up expecting to hear the loud banging knocks on his door this morning but was met with the cold silence and crisp air of his room. it hurt, it felt like it was almost a lie, as if their brother would pop out of nowhere and crack a stupid joke and look at them like ‘look at your fuckin faces! thats hilarious!’ and his laugh would bounce throughout the room. yet he was down an older brother, a companion, someone who teased him relentlessly but would be just as quick to fight for him. the boy didn’t know his own eyes were watering at the fact of not being able to hear the sound of his brothers voice again, as a shaky breath escaped him with a small whine.
source. / accepting.
