@thcplaywright​ .     location :  rooftop garden .
     a yawn as he looks around the garden in the minimal lighting. with the lights being out, it really took a toll on his sleep schedule. fionn felt like he should be awake but his body said otherwise. who knew that being in the complete darkness for long periods would do this. at least the rooftop garden offered  some sort of solace.  it was a reminder of home: of ireland and the farm. his heart  ached  with longing of a place he thinks he’ll never return to. little did he know was that the farm was still up and running, just taken after his descendants  ―  well, his brother’s direct descendants  ―  as his family still clung onto the faint hope of finding out the truth of the mystery surrounding fionn’s disappearance.
     thankfully, he was able to navigate his way around the garden without bumping into too many things. he practically knew it like the back of his hand. which meant, he also knew when someone else was here. it wasn’t at first that he felt the other presence but when he was halfway through checking the soil to see if the plants needed water.   ( most of them did. )   fionn didn’t mind the other person being here. in fact, he was kind of glad to have the company, it could get kind of lonely up here. he remained quiet, going about his business. if the other one didn’t want to speak then he wouldn’t either. sometimes all you needed was to be around another to feel safe and that’s what he felt.
