#finlayhall

[gabrielismss]

who: @finlayhall . ♡ where: finlay's office .

        gabriel doesn’t mean to check his posture as he ducks through the door to finlay’s office, but he notices that pinch between his shoulder blades reminding him to stand up straight, anyway. it’s a little easier to be taller, stronger where hunting’s concerned. he doesn’t seem to have it in him carry his own weight with dignity outside of it, not anymore. at least his family taught him to kill before they all left. gabriel knows there’s a danger in thinking this way, but he can’t help but feel like it’s the last thread left to pull on. still, it’s not the worst one, and it keeps him moving forward into things.

        “ hey … uh … ”  his gaze returns to finlay’s after it’s initial spared glance around the room.  “ do you have a minute? ”  the bag containing gabriel’s purpose stays in his pocket, just in case it’s not the right time.  “ i’ve got some stuff i need another set of eyes on. you usually know what you’re looking at. ”

[wolftakeda]

The collar on the oversized suit jacket that she's wearing itches unbearably, and Riley has been counting down the minutes since she walked through the door on when she can leave again. But tonight isn't just about her and her allergies to high society. She's lived in that world. Despite her work, her field affords her a certain prestige, and puts her in the orbits of certain types of people who lived a life completely different to the one she led. This might be the first time that being a werewolf offered her that same access.

She saw Aria and Autumn as she had walked in through the doorway, caught sight of Avi toasting something with the glass in his hand, but the idea of approaching anyone felt like making a declaration she wasn't certain of. Instead, Riley turns towards the main area of the venue, wondering whether they can seamlessly blend into the crowd so they can gather information quietly. The packs and covens and clans are all putting their best foot forward tonight, and it's the first time Riley has truly seen anything like this on display. However, a familiar face she wasn't expecting makes her stop short, and she beelines towards Finlay like she thinks he might vanish into thin air.

"Fin?" The lanky photographer looks almost the same as when Riley had last seen him, at least a year or so ago on the other side of the country. "What are you doing here?" Here in Port Leiry, here in the middle of a supernatural cotillion? He doesn't smell dead, nor like a wolf, which leaves a few other options. "You here with someone?" / @finlayhall

[elysiumkerr]

👁️‍🗨️ for Finlay

Situation: The Hierophant -- Oh, I love this card for you, Fin. I mean, it's all about... don't take this the wrong way, being vanilla. Sticking to the status quo. Your situation right now is all about traditional learning, whether you're following the advice of a trusted advisor or just sticking to what you've always known. You're playing it very safe these days, which isn't bad, but to get where you're going...

Outcome: Six of Wands -- This is a great card, representing achievement, success, and public recognition. Things will be going well for you, usually in the realm of creativity, ideas, and metaphysical work. Your work is going to turn heads, and you will get noticed for it. Just make sure to keep the ego in check.

How to Get There: The Magician -- Here's the challenge for you, Fin. You're only gonna get that success if you have ambition. This doesn't mean you have to totally throw away your traditional methods in the trash can, but it's going to take a little extra projection, hard work, and manifestation to break the rut and make strides. The Hierophant and Magician are both Major Arcana cards, so they have much bigger sway over your life. Wands is Minor Arcana, more day-to-day and project-specific. So learn where to push your energies between what's safe and what's more of a risk, and you'll reap success and recognition in no time.

[elysiumkerr]

📕(Finlay)

We met at one of my art exhibitions, Fin and I. I was presenting one of my latest collections examining the intersection between the commodification of the female form and the raw horror of flesh devoid of identity. And even though I was the featured artist, Finlay Hall and his nerdy little glasses had me hot for teacher. He was just the type of eager and adorable that would be a real treat to work between my hands like a sculptor with clay. We were both young and reckless then, but how could I resist when he made it clear he needed the strong touch of a confident woman to give him a good tug in the right direction?