#; aster

🌟 …someone my muse trusts.

▤ = falling asleep on them

Finn could consider Aster Kuhn as a confidante. He was never an open man, rather secretive actually, but her occasional open nature with him eased him into sharing bits and pieces of himself, almost involuntarily. Finn considered Aster Kuhn a friend. She listened when he spoke, absorbing the little facets of information he gave and storing them away in some sort of mental information filing system, a library, to the point that she could recall random sentences he forgot about speaking weeks ago. Maybe that’s why she was so good at her job, finding missing clues and connecting dots, or at least that’s what he always imagined her job to be like.

Sharing did not come easily to Finnegan, it never had, so when he did share things, it was rare for Aster not to pay attention. They sat in the pews of his church, facing front, side by side, talking like they using did. Breezy, shooting the shit, like a couple of regular pals. They didn’t dig into each other’s past, didn’t force the other to reveal their darkest secrets unless the other wanted to tell them, just talked about whatever came to mind. Finn was never invited to the sleepover’s his little sister Hollie used to attend when he was a kid (he was an older boy, an altar boy, after all, and Finn never wanted to hang out with girls that had cooties anyways) but he imagined that was what it was like, just talking about nothing for hours until the sun was about to come up and they realized they needed to get some sleep before the parents woke up and yelled at them for staying awake far too long.

The sun was far from coming up, in fact it was just going down, the colorful reflection of the stain glass windows starting to fade into black. He was talking about a girl he met recently, one with wild blonde hair and eyes with a sinful glint, when he felt a sudden pressure on his shoulder. His words were halted in mid-sentence, a confused noise stopping his speech before he glanced at her, surprised to find a usually very attentive Aster passed out on his shoulder. The sight instantly made him laugh, especially since it wasn’t a very attractive angle, her mouth hanging open and cheek squished by his shoulder blade. The laugh quieted down until all that remained was an amused smile, his gaze returning to the windows.

“I guess I really am boring.” Finn mused to himself, amusement lacing his voice before he gently pushed Aster off him, only briefly before he was putting one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders. He carried her into a back room, gingerly laying her down on the cot, throwing a blanket over her body, before he got up and turned off the light, whispering his goodnight to her before he shut the door.