takiena_called: (the brother who was all his joy)
When Finn’s eyes open, he’s on his back outside watching the stars, and his brother is nestled up next to him drowsy and half-asleep.

"Dari?" Finn asks, startling, half-turning and placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder, half-expecting his hand to go through, for the dream to disappear. Instead it contacts warmth, the thick wool fabric over his brother’s small five-year-old frame.

Instead of disappearing, his brother’s eyes flutter open, bright blue and kind. "Hi," he says, laying his head against Finn’s arm. "I missed you," he adds, softly.

Finn pulls Dari tight against him, surprised at how unfamiliar the motion feels (though natural, and Dari seems unsurprised). "You too," he replies, quietly.

After a comfortable, warm silence he asks. "Where are you?"

"Here," Dari replies, and bursts into giggles like the answer was the wittiest in existence. "On the road to the Halls," he tells his brother, once his giggles have died down.

"How long have you waited?" Finn asks, soft and friendly, though there’s a gnawing concern in his heart. If his brother has been waiting for him the length Finn has been in Milliways—if time has not stopped, and Dari has been lonely on the road with only the passing dead for company, looking for his brother’s face and not finding it—if that is how it is, then he’ll leave the moment he wakes up. Nothing’s worth that.

So there’s a quiet dread at Dari’s silence. When he looks down at his brother, he sees the sadness on his face. "You died really quick." Dari admits, after a moment. "You weren’t supposed to—that was the point."

Finn closes his eyes, hard. "It—"

"I know," Dari interrupts. "Everyone would’ve died. Both times. But I didn’t want you to."

Finn doesn’t know what to say to that, and just curls around his brother protectively. He didn’t want to leave the first time, or the second—but that seems always his curse, to betray and break one brother for another.

Eventually Dari falls asleep next to him. Eventually Finn falls asleep, too.

When he wakes up he’s lying curled up by himself, in his bed.

(It takes him a couple of minutes of panic to remember that it was a dream.)
takiena_called: (Thinking)
Finn has taken the time since the time since meeting Jamie hit the week mark and passed it to sketch more. Now there is a tidy pile of about a dozen colored sketched on one side of him, and perhaps twenty in black-and-white. He also has a small sturdy journal in which is written

Plor (2-color)
Jaelle (?)

Prices: Dinner or two? Ask Jamy.

and a sketch. He is half-concentrating on the sketching and half keeping an eye out for his business partner.
takiena_called: (Tears)
Mornings are hard. Finn can't handle being alone in the mornings (it's easier later in the day, but in the mornings--when he's just woken up from dreams that leave him in tears--it is impossible). So no matter when he wakes up--and this morning it was very early, before the light had started streaming through his window--he stays under his covers until Henry knocks on the door. He can pretend, underneath his covers, that the room is not empty, that he's not going to be faced with the fact that there is no one else around (Finn has always been a family person. The Hunt just gave him more brothers to be taken away).

Finn can't see the clock as the sun grows higher and higher but he knows something is wrong. Henry usually knocks early in the day, soon after the rays peek over the window. It is--halfway through the day, maybe--when he finally realizes he has to look for him (what if he's hurt? Henry wouldn't forget him--but maybe he did, maybe he just doesn't realize, maybe he should go find him. And if he's hurt--then triply, quadrupally so). He pulls back the covers and hastily gets changed (the clock says it is 1:00 pm, and Finn worries).

He first goes to knock on Henry's door, a hurried, insistent beat of where are you, where are you but he doesn't answer so he runs downstairs and out through the green grass into the small shipyard where they have worked these many mornings. But Henry's not there. He doesn't even notice that the Black Pearl is gone (when it moved it was harder to see already, so the empty spot on the lake does not register at all).

He runs back inside and prowls around the interior calling his name. When people look at him worriedly or ask what's wrong, he just asks them if they know where Henry is and none of them do and he continues on without explanation (they're not important, he doesn't even know their names).

Then Finn's outside again, crying "Henry!" with a voice that's gone raw, and he finally sees it. The Pearl is gone.

Henry said he'd been going to work on it with his Captain Sparrow later in the day, yesterday (he'd asked if Finn had wanted to help, in that sort of offhand way which implied that his help wasn't actually needed, and Finn had smiled and said he would be drawing and would see him later). And it is gone.

Finn's a bright boy, and has lost enough people to know what that means.

There's a soft, wounded and inhuman keening out by the lake, and a teenage boy staring into where the Black Pearl once was.

(He's alone.)
takiena_called: (Lying awake)
Finn isn't able to get back to sleep. The walls of the little cottage in the valley are shuddering from the snow-laden storm winds. If this place, protected by some magic or blessing of location, feels the storm so violently he can’t imagine how everyone in the farms and city are surviving it.

But though this is what woke him from his initial slumber, it isn't the reason why he lies awake in bed, breathing quietly as he waits. He knows Dari is awake as well, in his curtained bed across the room. His brother hears voices in winds like these, calling him outside; winds that would kill a small boy even in this sheltered valley.

There is a small rustle, finally, and the quiet padding of slippered feet across the floor.
"What took you so long?" Finn whispers when Dari pulls back the curtain around his bed. "Come in, little brother, we'll keep each other warm."

Dari sighs happily, kicking off his slippers and crawling in as Finn moves so that he can sleep on the warm space left behind. "There are voices," his brother says, confirming his fears.

He doesn't know what to say, so he just holds him close as Dari relaxes into sleep. As Finn himself drifts off, he murmurs "I love you, little one," before, secure in the knowledge of his young brother's safety, he falls asleep as well.

[Based on this scene from The Wandering Fire by Guy Gavriel Kay]
takiena_called: (Leila)

When Finn walks out the door and into Korim Lo Ish’s shop, he quickly buys the candles his mother requested and runs home through the snow, trying to think of a reason to explain his lengthy absence.

But when he opens the door to the shop his mother smiles, surprised, and comments on his speedy return. He’s shocked at her reaction (did he really go to the end of the universe?), and shrugs in response, going to put the candles away and help in the shop.

Later that night he calls Leila?

She responds immediately, relieving the worry that she wouldn’t answer here either, What is it, Finn?

A bit embarrassed, Finn asks Can people travel to different times, like they travel to different worlds?

Of course they can’t Leila replies, irritation coloring the thought. Then, after a moment, Why?

I was just wondering.

And that’s that.
takiena_called: (The little one)
It is a frigid winter night in Paras Derval, a city near-empty of men (gone to fight a war, a war for which Brennin has been waiting for a thousand years), though the late night does not betray that fact.

Vae and Shahar own a shop, just off the green, and live in the home above it with their son Finn. And if Shahar is gone to war, well, son and mother are there to hear the knocking at the front door.


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Finn dan Shahar

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