{ Ϯ } || @devilmagoo
BLESSED are Tuesdays for those who wanted their fill already did it the night before to cure them of their Monday sickness and those who are about to get theirs usually plan their night out midweek. Sodom was practically empty, save for a small group among the cozy darkness of the booths and a lone drunkard at the far end of the bar who for Finn, was too easy for a day’s CATCH. Though while everything came slow, like a steady rhythm of a heart at rest, or maybe a soft hum through sleeping breaths, the demon knew better than to close down and call it a night.
After all, it’s in those quiet after-hours where the most interesting of people come to his esteemed establishment: those who are LOST, those who wouldn’t be caught dead to be seen with him, those who are too desperate---
❝ What can I get you? ❞ Finn asked as if to emulate that hum, eyes still upon the glass that he was cleaning.
---or maybe those who have been led by FATE...
… or something like that.
