#hidefire

Everyone has their limits. Everyone. Finn had learned his and how far they could be pushed quite young in his life, and he still has to deal with the fallout of this. He likes to think that his limits- though decidedly not what they ideally should be- are fairly out of reach now, and he can go about his life without them being stretched too much.

And then Rain

Rain is cool. He likes Rain a lot, and enjoys her company thoroughly. Whatever dead siblings Rain has, however, he doesn't like. His friend never talks about her family, as cagey around that story as he is with the basement and camp. But through at least seven calls, Finney has gathered that there used to be at least one sibling, the sibling is normal, the sibling is dead

And the sibling hates his guts.

( jennifer's body - quotes )

Rite's voice is gruff. His face is twisted in a deep frown. His scarred face is harsh as it looks at her. He thought she understood now to survive this place. He thought she was smarter than this.

when julian rolls into el wray's auto salvage and wrecking crew outside of regular working hours, the eponymous esteban el wray knows better than to ask questions. they exchange nods through the little window in the main office, but there's also a look of warning from esteban. it's a face that says, "if you're gonna set something on fire, just make sure nothing explodes." because julian's sort of done this before — and things have certainly exploded. but it's nothing he can't sweet talk his way out of, and let's be real. none of this stuff is actually something they'd miss.

he stops to stare at her, mouth drawn in a tight line. he's stayed quiet since it ended, not trusting what might come out while he's this pissed. mostly at himself. a little bit at her. a lot at the situation. one hard tug ties off the makeshift bandage, and he turns her forearm over in his hand.

not anymore. it's an odd concept, wrapping her head around the fact that someone has her back, will protect her, when it's not something that she's had before. partially her own fault — the desire to keep most people at arm's length always wins out, but never rain.