#ch; finn

[nadia--long]

location: a bar in the bronx

@finleyxmartinez​

Nadia steered herself towards the bar, needing the quiet noise of people socializing and a strong drink. She’d had an uneventful patrol at least, but she was still no closer to figuring out who was behind the recent string of deaths. It made her skin itch, not being able to do something, not being able to fight an enemy she couldn’t know. She offered the bartender a curt “Vodka tonic. Make it strong”, leaving a generous tip and taking her drink towards the back of the bar. She’d intended to just sit at a corner table by herself, but found that her eyes fell on a familiar face. “Alpha Martinez. Didn’t expect to see you here this evening.”

[ilana--reed]

@finleyxmartinez​

Thanks to Logan literally shoving a potion down her throat, Ilana was feeling more confident than she had ever felt in her life. She knew how to brew confidence potions, but definitely hadn’t ever set out to make one for herself. It was like all the things that she worried about just went away. Logan had eventually sent her on her way, persistent as always that Ilana needed to make a move. Okay, so maybe she had been a bit put out that Logan hadn’t told her Finn was a total hottie and she’d had to find out herself while getting a tattoo. Maybe she had spent a half an hour telling Logan about the appointment and how she was having a gay panic for most of it. Regardless, here she was, making her way over towards where Finley was standing. She set her elbow on the bar, resting her chin in her hand. “So, here’s the thing. Logan told me to go talk to the hottest person in the room, so I was wondering how your night is and if I can get you another drink.” Her eyes scanned the woman’s face, a smirk falling comfortably on her lips.

[gotcompany]

@atramentotm​  ( finn )  ||  sc.  

D-O rolls back and forth on their wheel by poe’s feet --- they’ve been following him around lately, leaving bb-8′s side only for the sake of latching onto one of the few sentients they trust, poe thinks. it’s kind of sweet, to be counted among that tiny group; especially now that D-O isn’t as skittish as they were. 

poe leans sideways against the doorjamb, breathing more easily than he has in years, watching finn silently; they’re not done, not by a long shot, but it’s something. it’s the biggest something they’ve ever had; it’s the galaxy on their side, rising up against fear and tyranny. D-O breaks the quiet --- ‘hello---!’ --- and poe grins to himself.  “hey, general--- you got a second?”

[prodigalsolo]

x    | @twentyoneeightyseven

       Violet blade in hand, Anakin disengaged his saber & reached down for Finn’s hand, ‘ Commander Anakin Solo, Republic Navy, formerly.’ 

[remnantknight-blog1]

x      |     @twentyoneeightyseven

      ‘ The Fist Order was born from the Dark Side. I might not value the New Republic as a superior alternative, but the Empire of The Hand has worked to defend the known galaxy from other threats in the Unknown Region. If we win this, there’s a soldiers life for you.’ 

[ilana--reed]

who: @finleyxmartinez​

location: cemetery/spilled ink

Ilana sat in front of Sorrel’s grave, updating her on the week so far. It was kind of a routine for her at this point. She wasn’t sure that Sorrel could hear her, but it was comforting to talk to the woman. “The shop is still doing well, and my assistant is getting much better at potions. Do you remember when they started? Oh they were just useless at brewing. Still handy around the shop though.” She laughed, thinking that she had probably been like that when Sorrel had first taken her in. “And I’m working on breaking out of my shell more. I mean Logan’s practically dragging me out, but I’m trying to make progress on my own. I’m going to go get that tattoo I told you I wanted. The pain isn’t really the scary part, but I don’t know, the place I want it is uh, a little revealing to say the least. But a step is a step and I intend to make it.” She stayed a little while longer, talking before standing up. “Well it’s time to head to my appointment. I’ll come see you next week. Love you.”

With that Ilana made her way over to Spilled Ink, her nerves starting to ramp up again. She pushed the door open and walked in, calling out to whoever was inside. “Hi, I have an appointment for two?” She’d called ahead and explained the design she wanted. She had done a fair amount of research so she was wearing layers and loose clothing. She’d gone big for a first tattoo, she knew, but if she was jumping in she figured she’d go headfirst.

[nadia--long]

@finleyxmartinez​

Much had gone down at the potion party, and Nadia was slowly touching base with the rest of the Council members as information came in. She’d met with Logan to assure her that no blame lied with her for the events that had transpired. Now it was time to check in with Finn, and see how the other woman was holding up. They were all sort of fishtailing, trying to figure out who was out to get them. She had offered to buy drinks at the same bar they had played pool at so many weeks ago, so she stepped in and went to meet Finn at the table in the corner. “Hey Finley.” She nodded, still formal even with the budding friendship between them. “What a fucking week, am I right?” She ordered her usual and gave the waiter her card, letting Finn order whatever she wanted on it as well. “First order of business, the agency has issued a pardon for any known supernaturals who lost control as a result of the second round of potions. The event was contained and there was no risk of exposure to humans.” She knew that getting that out first was important because Finn was surely concerned for her pack members. “The bad news is that while I think it was related to the Council killings, I don’t know much else.”

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camille x finn.