┌BROKEN CHILDREN┐
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finn when he first sees you, a grounder who had shot dead another of your tribe, just as he was about to kill the sky person. you place your knife in your belt, pulling off the mask that covered your face and it felt as if he had lost the will to speak. his eyebrows furrowed as you crouched down in front of him, cocking your head to the side, he leaned closer, almost fascinated.
" t-thank you. "
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finn, finn, finn for the win, (after murphy obvs)
i wish i could sin with you
behind a bin,
cause that's where we belong,
cause you're trash and so am i