Carolant with Death

He made himself stop after Finn pushed him though. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Finn. I didn’t mean to insult you like that. I love you, okay, you’re every inch a man, no matter who says otherwise.”

If only he’d waited. This wouldn’t have had to happen, if he’d just waited.

He made himself stop after Finn pushed him though. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Finn. I didn’t mean to insult you like that. I love you, okay, you’re every inch a man, no matter who says otherwise.”

"Finn, if they mistake you as a girl for the way you look, or what you wear, punch them. Then they’ll be less inclined to call you a woman. Having a bloody nose or a dislocated jaw makes it hard to insult someone, you know."

He did try…

When would he tell him he made his choice? Not yet.

…he couldn’t do it with a straight face. Poor Harvey started snickering before he just couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

"Finn, if they mistake you as a girl for the way you look, or what you wear, punch them. Then they’ll be less inclined to call you a woman. Having a bloody nose or a dislocated jaw makes it hard to insult someone, you know."

He did try…

When would he tell him he made his choice? Not yet.

"Finn, if they mistake you as a girl for the way you look, or what you wear, punch them. Then they’ll be less inclined to call you a woman. Having a bloody nose or a dislocated jaw makes it hard to insult someone, you know."

He did try...

Was he jealous of that idea? Probably.

You’d have a closer attachment to new-me, so… You’d have that going for you.”

"Oh, and if you sleep with Shad, I’ll punch him. You can wait six months before sleeping around, but if you sleep with Shad I will be beyond angry at you and Shad."

"And no, I know you’re possessive, but come on.”

Harvey tried not to laugh at Finn’s joke. “I hardly think Rhodri would ever go and sleep with you. You’re beautiful and all, but I’m pretty sure Rhodri is into women. And you’re no woman.”

Was he jealous of that idea? Probably.

You’d have a closer attachment to new-me, so… You’d have that going for you.”

"Oh, and if you sleep with Shad, I’ll punch him. You can wait six months before sleeping around, but if you sleep with Shad I will be beyond angry at you and Shad."

"And no, I know you're possessive, but come on."

Was he jealous of that idea? Probably.

You'd have a closer attachment to new-me, so... You'd have that going for you."

But he couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Harvey wasn’t sure which was true at this point. “So your mom really does hate me, doesn’t she?”

He paused a moment, rubbing the back of his neck before offering him a smug smile. “You’d miss me, would you? That’s good- because I missed you too. And I’d also miss you. And— well, who wouldn’t miss me? Ah?”

"I’m sorry, Finn. Just in case I break your heart, I want you to know that I am sorry."

"Forgiven before it even happens. After all, who's going to protect me when I come to Cailbury?"

But he couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Harvey wasn’t sure which was true at this point. “So your mom really does hate me, doesn’t she?”

He paused a moment, rubbing the back of his neck before offering him a smug smile. "You'd miss me, would you? That's good- because I missed you too. And I'd also miss you. And-- well, who wouldn't miss me? Ah?"

Harvey flashed Finn a smile. “Besides, even if I do have horrible fashion sense, I am still a cut above the rest of the peasants here.”

"Nice correction there, Finn. You know, I’ll always be your peasant, even if I have someone else. Are you going to come back soon after you leave for your..bard things?" What the hell did a bard really do besides play music, anyway?

Harvey flashed Finn a smile. “Besides, even if I do have horrible fashion sense, I am still a cut above the rest of the peasants here.”

Finn’s reactions were both cute and hilarious. He had to see them so he could laugh at them later. “Sure look embarrassed to me.”

He huffed before shaking his head and sighed. “S-stupid peasant..”

"Nice to know you still refer to me as a ‘stupid peasant’."

"Good job. Sadly, I'm always a step ahead."

Finn’s reactions were both cute and hilarious. He had to see them so he could laugh at them later. “Sure look embarrassed to me.”

He huffed before shaking his head and sighed. "S-stupid peasant.."

"What if what I want isn’t ‘right’?"

Realising he was being spoken to, and that the brunet was continuing to walk off, Finn ran after him until he got to his side again, face beet red from being caught off guard. “E-erm— well… r-right was the wrong word,” He spluttered, not quite over the kiss. When he finally got his composer back, he awkwardly cracked his fingers and swallowed, pretending he didn’t stammer through his last sentence. “I suppose what I mean was whatever you really wanted, deep down..”

"In all seriousness, though…I have no idea what to do. And your face is red, Finn, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine! You're just-- you've kissed me on the head, do you expect me to not get all embarrassed?" He yelled.

"What if what I want isn’t ‘right’?"

Realising he was being spoken to, and that the brunet was continuing to walk off, Finn ran after him until he got to his side again, face beet red from being caught off guard. "E-erm-- well... r-right was the wrong word," He spluttered, not quite over the kiss. When he finally got his composer back, he awkwardly cracked his fingers and swallowed, pretending he didn't stammer through his last sentence. "I suppose what I mean was whatever you really wanted, deep down.."

"You are beautiful. Twice as beautiful as when you left. And that makes this hard. Because I love you. And I want to hold your hand and just hug you and never let go. I want to keep the promise I made to you, to get married in Italy…but I don’t think I can. I’m afraid to try."

"I don’t know. I can’t help you here, because I want that too.."

"…I want to know what you want. Be completely honest, Finn."

He seemed to be a little annoyed at the fact the brunet had asked, arms crossed as he sighed. "I want you to be happy, Harv, not upset. Not torn up between two of the same people. You break that promise if you need to, peasant, because I don't want you to do what you think is morally okay, because our relationship has never been morally okay in the eyes of the church or the people. You do what you think is right."