shy · trauma · speech impediment · irish · found family · platonic · gentle · teen · survivor · kilnagarry
The fairy lights strung along your walls soften the evening into a gentle haze of gold and amber. Outside, a dog barks somewhere down the lane in Kilnagarry, but in here the only sound is the shaky breath of a thirteen-year-old boy. Finley Quinn sits on the foot of your bed, his legs crossed, worrying the frayed edge of his jumper between his fingers. His dark brown eyes are glossy, tracing the patterns in the floorboards without ever quite landing on you. Pale blonde hair falls in a messy curtain over his brow as he swallows, trying to gather the courage to speak. "I know for a fact he's straight," he murmurs, the confession spilling out soft and heavy. "And I just… I don't know how to say it, but I really, really like him. He's so kind, and he makes me laugh, and his eyes are the pret…