Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 2, 2015 1:56:16 GMT -5
I feel my fire starts to burn
The heat controlling my mind
Berserk a savage running wild
Within me the beast starts to roar
THe doors of The Underground swung open, and Fin walked in. His home, his safe haven, this illegal bar. It had been days since he had last been here, not since he had heard about his sister. The only reason he had left was the nly man he had trusted enough to call a brother was no watching his sister. Fins feet carried him shakily into the dimly lit bar, his eyes downcast, his shoulders sagging. There was nothing in this man that reminded the patrons of the bartender they all knew and feared. Every step was painful, and slow, more like a corpse walking than a living being. Men moved away as he stepped forward, removing their hats and bowing their heads in respect. This man had bashed more the skull of more than one of these patrons, but still they remained respectful of the shadow that was once a man.
His clothes were stained with his sisters blood, his eyes had dark eyes under them, and were sunken in, his lean face framed by the coarse stubble of a fresh beard. He couldn't recall the last time he had eaten, or even bathed for that matter, he had refused to leave her, even going so far as to threaten the orderlies. It was only when Maureen begged them, that they gave special permission to Finley. Now he was back in his home, trudging across the ground for of the bar, he stopped though when he heard her voice. Ana was on stage singing, and when they made eye contact, he straightened a little, and gave her a half smile. It was an attempt to look as though he was fine, to keep her from worrying. Though he was sure she could tell he was far from okay.
Fin eventually found himself in his room, shakily stripping out of his clothes, a fresh suit laid out on his bed. He had to get back to Maureen as quickly as possible. He needed to be there for her, he needed to protect, and watch over her, she was hurt and needed him. Fin paused his shirt half unbuttoned, his suspenders hanging from his waist as he heard a knock at the door. When he opened it, he saw Ana, and smiled, stepping aside, he motioned her in. "Shouldn't you be working...?" his voice was hoarse, quiet, hollow. Just like his eyes.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
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Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 2, 2015 2:45:09 GMT -5
He wants to to take me to breakfast,
He want to buy me a ring.
He wanted to teach me to tango.
He was to get me, everything!
I got all them waiting in line,
Too many daddies and not enough time.
She had stripped down to just her corset and was having a great time really, this was a new number and it was so much fun. She got to do everything the men love, kicks and stripping. She even had a new line of male back up dancers and what was more fun that being lifted into the air and running your hands all over the bodies of other men. Not to mention these were the moments she could clear her head and not worry about Finny and when he would be back. No she was just focus on performing, on the cheers and the whistles with each little movement. One of the boys brought out a fan which was placed in front of her as she took off the corest and dropped it to the floor, the fan pulled away and she was just in a sexy black bra and she was was snup around my the man.
He wants to take of my corset,
He wants to do everything!
I got all them standing in line, too many daddies
And not enough..
Her words stop the second her eyes fell on Fin and her bright showgirl smile fell and she gasped and cover her mouth with her hands. He looked so broken and so not himself and as he left the floor and moved upstairs she quickly followed not ever caring that she was in the middle of a set, she just wanted to hug him and try to... to...
She made her way upstairs and didn't even bother to knock on the door. She just threw it open and his words went right over her head as she just threw her arms around him in the tightest hug she could manage. "Fuck work right now..." She said softly with her eyes close. "I don't care about any of those guys just you. Are you okay?"
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 2, 2015 5:02:17 GMT -5
Hell on earth, the trenches mean death,
better keep your head down low
Charge their lines,
the ultimate test it's a synchronized sacrifice
Finley couldn't even make himself taunt, or scold Ana for what she was wearing. He was only able to stand there as she threw herself into him, her arms wrapping around him. Fin was able to stay straight faced for a moment, but when Ana told him that she cared, he felt himself waver. She was his friend, it shouldn't have surprised him, but it did. To hear her say it aloud, Finley stood in her arms, and swallowed.
It hurt, god it hurt so badly to keep it bottled, but then again he was home now. It was only Ana with him, and slowly his arms wrapped around her frame. She was worried for him, hurt by what had happened. So she did care for him, and for Maureen. Another tear slide down his cheek, and he remained silent. Her question was burning in his ears. "I'm... I'm ok-" Finley's voice cracked, and the solid demeanor shattered.
The mans body shook as he held Ana, and his face sunk into her hair, at her shoulder. Heavy racking sobs slipped from him as the tears flowed. "She's just a little girl, Ana.... She was innocent, she had no business in all of this..." He was uncontrollably shaking now. Letting go, he sat at the end of his bed, and looked at the stains on he sleeve of his shirt. They were red, red with his sisters blood. Fin had seen blood, had seen death, his eyes had witnessed men torn apart by artillery. Yet to see the blood of his sister staining his clothes... Fin's stomach lurched, and he spun off the bed, grabbing a bucket that was next to the bed, Fin hunched over it, and proceeded to lose the contents of his stomach, what little there was.
On his knees, staring into the bucket of his own vomit, his face stained with tears, and spit hanging from his lips, fin shook his head. "Why Ana... Why her? Why not me? Or Heath, or Aedan.... why not anyone else..." His body shook again, and he spit into the bucket. "Why her? Why my Angel?"
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
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Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 2, 2015 19:45:15 GMT -5
"Shush stop, you don't have to be strong around me okay?" She knew what it was like, to try and hold yourself together when you want nothing more than to break down. To not have to be so fucking strong anymore and just let it all go. So she just held him and waited, because she knew it was coming. You can only stay so strong for so long before it all comes down. And sure enough after merely seconds he was sobbing into her hair and her shoulder as she just held onto him and let him cry.
He did finally let go and before she could even answer his question he moved to the side of his bed to throw up and she winced some. "Hey breath breath..." She said rubbing his back and picking up a blanket off his bed to drape over his shoulders, as she let his head rest on her shoulder with her arm wrapped around him.
"We do not live in a good world Fin, you know that as well as I. People do terrible awful things, and they don't care who they hurt along the way. You have see what war does to whole family and I watched the home I loved be torn to shreds at the hands of corrupt leaders who didn't care at all about the poor and let us starve to death." She said inhaling and looking over at Fin and she licked her lips. "But there is some good. Yes she is hurt but she is alive and is a fighter just like you and will be just fine. And I got something for you to bring to her but it is down in my dressing room."
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Finley O'Brien
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 3, 2015 10:50:06 GMT -5
As Ana worked to comfort him, Fin again vomited into the bucket. His breathing was ragged and shorr, and tears continued to run down his cheeks and off his nose. "It... she..." Fin shook his head, unable to form a coherent sentence in order to communicate. He wanted answers, he wanted to understand why they could hurt her.
Anas words did nothing to sooth him though, only to fill him with more anger as he knelt over the bucket of his own sickness. Even as she spoke he only got angrier, and angrier. Finally Fin stood and spun, without thinking, he grabbed Ana by the throat and pinned her to the wall. "You don't think I don't know that!?" Those eyes that were usually warm and sad, but friendly. Now they held a cold detachment in them, a look that some would say was a thousand yard stare. He was not so much as l [king at Ana but through her.
His fingers tightening on her slender neck, Fin eyes never broke contact. "I know what it is to kill and to torture! I have done my fair share of both! I know how it feels to stand over someone and inflict unimaginable amounts of pain." Her face was turning red, but still his grip tightened.
"These bastards tortured an innocent girl! They hurt the girl who kept me alive while I was in France, and now you think it's okay, because she is alive!?!?" His free hand pointed towards the academy far away. "What little girl deserves to be scarred just because of her name!? Huh? Answer me! Why did she get tortured!? Why not some one who deserves it!?" Finley blinked and finally saw what it was he was doing, and immediately he let go.
Stumbling back, he tripped and ended up on the ground, crawl backwards away from her, he found himself against the footboard of his bed. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Ana I didn't mean too. I'm sorry..." Fin spoke quietly, his knees up to his chest, as he stared at the ground./font]
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
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Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 3, 2015 14:03:37 GMT -5
Fin threw up again and her own stomach hitched as she gently rubbed the man's back. "Shush it's okay just breath." He got very quiet suddenly and Ana narrowed her eyes slightly in concern. "Fin? Finny?" She asked leaning forward some to look at him the the second they made eye contact his hand came up and around her throat and she was slammed in and against the wall.
Her own hands came up and tried to pull his hand away but he was far to strong for her and of course he wand had to be down in her dressing room with her clothes. So she had nothing to do but hope he snapped out of this before he killed her, please for the love of god let him snap out of this. Because she has had this happen before, exact same reaction from her brother only he kept calling her "schwarze Witwe" whatever that meant. She closed her eyes as he spoke and wanted to reply but his hand were around her neck so tightly she could barely breath. The only would she was able to get out was "Fin..." Her eyes closed again as the world started to fade some, her nails digging into his hands as a desperate attempt to get him to let go...
And then he finally dropped her to the ground, she just collapsed right on the spot. Her breaths were shaky and she coughed and ran her hand over her neck already feeling bruises starting to form. He was quick to apologize and she didn't say a word back, just waited until she had her breath back before moving over to where he was sitting and pulling him into another hug.
"I'm sorry too... I was just trying to help."
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 6, 2015 2:28:08 GMT -5
Fin was sitting on the floor, knees to his chest, arms his arms wrapped around them, and his forehead on his legs. His breathing was ragged gasps, as he sat there sobbing into his chest, he had no control anymore. Everything Fin had worked for in the years following the war was falling apart. He had tried so hard to bury his past, everything from the war and before, the anger, and unbridled rage, the whispers of the darkness that had ruled his thoughts in the late nights while crawling in the mud. Minute, by minute Fin's greatest fear he had ever had was coming to fruition. He was turning into the monster he had been during the war, looking down at his hands, Fin shook his head. "Ana... I don't want this... I never wanted this life... I knew what it would ead too... I knew a war would come... I don't want to fight anymore, Ana."
Finley looked up at Ana as she sat next to him and wrapped him in her arms, "I've done terrible things Ana... I've strangled men to death, and watched the light slip from their eyes... I've cut the throats of sleeping men, boys, and felt their blood on my face and clothes..." His eyes held a far off look, there was no light in them, just a cold indifference, and burning darkness. "I grew used to it, Ana... but worse than that... I enjoyed it. I grew to love the feel of the hunt., to enjoy taking life in the most creative ways I could imagine." Fin stared at Ana, his his face slowly going from twisted with grief, to a cold deadpan flatness, a slight twist to the corner of his mouth, like a grim smirk. As if there had been a dark joke whispered into the room, and only Finley had heart it. A slight chuckle slipped from Fin's lips, a dark wicked sound, as he reached out and caressed Ana's cheek, his forehead pressing to hers, his cold gaze locked onto hers.
"I'm goig to kill them... Every last one of those Anotouchi bastards... I will find them in the beds where they lie, and I will slowly and gently run a knife from their stomach to their throats..." Fins voice was hollow, and cold, his eyes completely devoid of his usual sad happiness, his hand holding Ana with enough force that she wouldn't move. "I am going to rip out thier living guts, and use them to strangle the worthless fucks in their sleep... I will carve out their beating hearts, and hold it in my hand, and squeeze, and watch as they realize they wont see the next dawn...." Finley's lips twisted into a wicked smirk, "Peitro... Maureen said it was him... Him I'll keep till the last. I will gather the bodies of his loved ones before him, my hands and arms still awash in their blood. I will make him know it was his fault... Then.. then I will torture him, and I will not be kind... Every wand that belonged to his family, I will drive into his joints... Shouls elbow, wrists, knees... I will make him sufer, just as he did my sister..." Letting go, he smiled at Ana, and stood.
Looking back to Ana, he gave her that dark smile again, "Ig I don't return, tell my sister, I loved her... and please make sure she gets out of here."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 7, 2015 15:02:24 GMT -5
What was she even suppose to say or do in this moment. Here he was totally breaking down in front of her and she was trying her hardest to relate and understand but she has never been in the same position as him, never had to fight like he has before. Never had to look into the face of dead and kill of all your humanity just to make it to the next day. "Shush I know it's okay though... just breath."
But he moved away from her some and she flinched slightly, everything about him changed as he held onto her and she was scared to try and pull away as he went into great detail about what he wanted to do do to each Antonucchi and while Ana wasn't the type of girl to take things lying down... She didn't like fighting fire with fire. Because someone will get burned and it looked like Finn was setting himself up to get burn. She didn't care how many boys he had killed or if he liked it, she didn't care what sort of evils he had done in the past she refused to let him go out there and get himself hurt in the name of revenge. At least not right now. She didn't doubt his powers but the Antonucchi's had one thing on Finn, and that was magic. She felt like Finn sometimes forgot how much power people had in this magic just because he wasn't around it all that often. She tended to avoid using it around him and since she didn't have her wand on her most of the time she rarely used it. But tonight would be accpection.
With a flick of her wrist the door closed and she looked at Fin already feeling guilty for this. "Expelliarmus." She said watching the man be tossed against the wall father from the door as she got up and slapped him as hard as she possibly could.
"You need to stop right now. Because if you so much as leave my sight tonight and so much as try to go after any Antonucchi I will never forgive you and I know that Maureen would be so heartbroken if you got yourself hurt or worst. You see what I am able to do without a wand and without being trained to duel with magic? Now imagine what people who have spent their whole life training with magic can do." And this is the part where he kills her isn't it? She was so so so dead it wasn't even funny.
But it was worth it right, because at least he wouldn't be getting himself killed.
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 9, 2015 0:02:53 GMT -5
The door slammed shut, and Fin git the wall of his room. Jumping to his feet, all he could see was red, as his hands curled into fists. He couldn't stop himself, not anymore, it was fight or flight, and Finley never ran. Inside, in the back of his mind, Fin could hear Maureens voice, screaming at him, telling him to calm down. He couldn't hear her though, there were too many shadows, too many voices clamoring over hers, and the all said, KILL!
That was what Fin wanted was to kill, something, anything, anybody. So when this woman, his friend, attempted to stop him. The beast that was in his mind began to run wild, "YOU STUPID FUCKING WH-"
Multiple slaps rained down on Fins face and he froze. She had slapped him, some whore of a dancer just slapped an O'Brien. Fin should have needed no more reason to kill her tjen. He just stood there though, listening as she yelled at him, threatened him, and denied him the revenge he wanted so badly.
Still though she was speaking the truth, and as it sank in his shoulders sagged. Shaking his head, he exhaled, his eyes clearing up. The blood lust that was clouding his mind was dissipating. Fin could hear Maureen in his head again, begging him to calm down, telling him everything was okay. Looking at Ana, Finley exhaled, a long shuddering sigh of air.
"You're right... I'd get killed in an instant... I'm fucking useless in a fight like this..." Holding his hand out to her, Fin shook his head, "Ana... I'm sorry I'm sych a bastard."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 9, 2015 13:50:55 GMT -5
She had to be brave, she could be brave. She was doing this for his own good and for Maureen's, so she had to suck it up and brave what might come next. Because she had no idea what to expect from him right now. She swore his hands were probably going to go right back for her throat, if he liked killing as much as he said he did... then he would probably want to choke her out and watch the light die from her eyes and...
YOU STUPID FUCKING WH-
"W-What?" She said with her voice shaking, her heart and stomach dropping as she felt her eyes start to water. He... he just thought she was whore? The one person that was her biggest reason she hadn't skipped town yet thought she was nothing more than a whore. The reason she hadn't ratted all these fuckers out to the police so she could stop working for them as a informed and go back to New York and be a star again...thought she was just a whore. And while he has had a million people tell her that and it never bugged her before, something about it coming from Finn torn at her heart in the worst way and made her want to run away again.
But somehow her words got through to him and he calmed down, in face he ended up offering her his hand to take and she looked at it then back at him before folding her arms across her chest and swallowing "It's alright." She lied rather not letting on to how much he just torn her up. How much she wanted for everything to just stop now. "You're upset and hurt. It's not your fault really."
'Just keep breathing,' She told herself inhaling deeply and closing his eyes. 'Don't let it get to you, just act like normal... You don't care if people call you a whore, you don't let things make you sad remember?'
But it wasn't just anyone calling her a whore, it was Finn. And the fact that, that was all he saw her as... She looked back at him and with a soft smile said. "You should probably get some sleep. You look like you haven't slept in forever. "
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Finley O'Brien
Bartender/Hammer
When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 10, 2015 4:29:04 GMT -5
Her eyes... there were tears in her eyes. Finley felt himself deflate as the water that filled her eyes was his fault. How had this happened, how had he allowed this to happen. Finley had worked so hard since the war to keep that part of himself buried. That part that as a kid had gotten him into trouble so often.
That shadow, that voice that had taken control of his mind on the battlefield and kept him alive. That entity that dwelled in his mind, and feasted, and thrived in the blood and mud of France. Finley been engulfed in shadows and violence for four whole years. During that time he had been allowed to grow, to let his anger and aggression manifest itself without repercussions.
After the war though, Finley had buried it, he refused to acknowledge it had ever exsisted. He had used the memory of Maureen, and her letters, to force his sanity back onto the forefront of his mind. Maureen had been the one to help fin recover from the war. Her innocence and kindness had Fin in tears when he saw hwr. He had made a promise to never allow that part of him to resurface.
Now here he was, standing before Ana, tears in her eyes. Arms folded over her chest telling him it was alright. "Ana, it's not alright... this... that was not me..." he whispered to her, as his hand dropped.
"Please Ana... don't leave..." Fin pleaded quietly, as he stared at her, "I... don't want to be alone, Ana... I'm scared..."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
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Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 10, 2015 14:43:54 GMT -5
She was pushed up against the wall, her wand had fallen to the ground and there was no way for her to get it back. Her mind was too clouded with fear right now to ever think about trying to do wandless magic. Strong, rough and unwelcomed hands ran over her body, tearing away at her dress as she let out a small gasp with tears running down her cheeks. No more than sixteen was the young girl who was pinned under the weight of a man twice her size, and twice her age. "Let me go..." She said feeling hands running over her breast as she struggled to get away but it was to no privalie. He had her and with a quick slap to her face, leaned in close and whispered. "Shut your goddamn mouth you stupid fucking whore.
She was still shaking, still struggling so hard not to cry as she looked at Finn and at very least there was no more anger there. No more desire to run off and get himself hurt which was good. And now it was all on her to suck it up like she always does, turn the worst of things in her life into something good with the hopes that no one will see how hurt and broken she is. She just had to be a big girl, she can lie to herself for a little longer right? Even if Finn's words were still ringing in the back of her mind, she can push it aside for now right?
She dropped her arms and quickly wiped her cheeks. Right he was the one that was scared, he was the one that was hurt more than she even would or could be. She should be use to this, after all she's had people telling her she just a whore even since she ran away. But it came from Finn the one person who...
'Big girl Anastasia, you're fine,' she told herself as she moved to slowly place her hand on Fin's shoulder before slipping her arm around him. 'He needs you more right now. You can push it down for him right?'
"Okay I won't leave but you do need to lie down okay?" She said softly with a small forced smile as she brushed back some of his hair. "Hey it's all going to be okay I promise."
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Finley O'Brien
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When the world goes to shit, I will still have my family.
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 11, 2015 16:11:59 GMT -5
Finley practually melted into Anas embrace, tears still rolling down his face. He had just ruined everything, there was no doubt about it. He saw it in her eyes, the look of fear, betrayal, and hate. Fin was angry and Ana had been caught by the fire storm that Fin was.
Now though she was holding him. She was whisperin into his ear, comforting him. It made no sense, he HD hurt her, insulted her, and she was comforting him. "Ana I didn't mean that... I'm sorry..." he whimpered to her, ad her fingers caressed his hair, and he sank further into her arms.
Pulling back from her, he looked at the bed and cracked a smile. "Not the most romantic place..." Nodding though, he sat on the bed, then laid down, as she sat next to him. Again he sank into her touch, and his eyes slid closed. "I'm sorry Ana. You aren't a whore, Ana... you're my closest friend... the one I can talk to... I'm sorry Ana... I love you, and our friendship..."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 11, 2015 18:42:34 GMT -5
"Shush now none of that. I know." She said softly, her own heart only half believe it. Sure he kept saying he was sorry and that he didn't mean it... But she knew that it couldn't really be the case, at least not fully. That anger and rage he just had on display was part of the real him, he just kept it hidden most of the time. Didn't that mean that deep down in there somewhere he just saw her as nothing more than a whore like so many other people. Maybe she brought this all on herself, maybe she didn't. All she knew was that he heart was beating fast than normal, her neck hurt and she wanted to go home.
But she had to take care of Finn first. Leaving him like this would be the worst thing she could do if she was to be his friend, so she laid down next to him, arms gently wrapped around him as she nodded some. "It's okay Finn I know. You don't have to say sorry to me ever." She made sure they were at a angle where he couldn't meet her eye. He knew he could read her like a book and he didn't need any more guilt piled ontop of what he was feeling. After all it really isn't his fault she is just a whore, and it's not his fault that he just thinks the truth about her.
"Shush." She said softly again with a small smile. At the end of the day if she had to put on a bit of a show to make him feel better she would. After all it's really all she's good at. "It's okay I'm right here just listen to me okay? Close your eyes and take deep breathes."
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Post by Finley O'Brien on Jul 12, 2015 11:24:47 GMT -5
His eyelids were growing heavy, his head slowly drooping forward laying against her chest. He didn't want to fall asleep, not after what had just happened. He didn't want her thinking he did not care for her. He was just so exhausted. Finley hadn't slept since he had found out about his sister, and his nerves, and brain were fried. Still, he clung desperately to Ana, fighting the urge to fall asleep.
"I want you to come... with me..." he mumbled, his head rolling forward and laying against her chest. "Come see Maureen with me... she'll love you... both... pretty..." Fins eyes closed, and he started slurking his words together as Ana stroked his hair. "Say you w..." With that Fin was gone, curled against this woman who he should not have cared about in the slightest. She knew his pain though, she knew how to make him relax with just her words. It was why he cared for her. Ana would never have tried to sleep with Fin, nor he with her, because she cared and understood.
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