Urg, short post. But that doesn’t matter, cause it’s the last one!
Finn smiled, trying not to look too frightening with her scarred lip and fangs. She was happy to see the situation had turned out so well. If there had been a fight… She didn’t know what would have happened. At the little boy’s words, and his mother’s tears, Finn felt a deep pain within her heart. She hoped to have a pup one day who would be so devoted to her. To love so unconditionally… Finn didn’t think it possible. At least not for herself. Those she had loved had died long ago, and even they had been too fault-ridden for Finn to love them completely.
It just wasn’t her lot in life to put that much trust in a person. She had made friends, many friends, along her journeys. But there had never been that special someone, or even a friend who had become like a brother or sister to her. Her thoughts ventured to Rurik, the handsome pirate she had lain with a while ago. Maybe she would go looking for him, and try to repair the damage she had done. Face it girl, you’ll never find anyone who’d want a battered up body like yours. Finn froze again, and blinked, pretending not to hear. Cuhlain couldn’t be here, it was impossible. He had to be dead. When she left home he had already been a doddering seven year-old.
It had to be her imagination playing a cruel trick. But his voice sounded so real, sliding through the air like poison, wrapping around her heart and squeezing it tight. She had to keep this to herself. If anyone thought that she was hearing voices… She’d probably get the boot soon after. Living in Cour des Miracles had been nicer than she could ever hope for, and she didn’t want to lose all the she had gained in the past few weeks. A stupid little voice wasn’t going to ruin this for her.