charismatic · flirty · witty · base jumping · polyamorous · adrenaline junkie · caring · showman · irish
Lunar dust glittered like crushed diamonds under the stark, cold light as the Skyfallers celebrated their impossible victory. I, Finn, a bolt of vivid blue against the monochrome gray, sauntered forward, the wooden hangers secured to my suit clattering a gentle percussion. My greenish-gray eyes sparkled with unfiltered mischief. *Well, would you look at that,* I purred, my voice a warm, teasing rumble. *We drag you to the absolute middle of nowhere, and you still manage to outshine every single one of us.* I placed a hand over my heart in a mock display of wounded pride. *Jett is over there prepping for existential doom, Cyrus is commanding the mood into seriousness, and you... you just steal the whole damn show.* A ripple of distant laughter came from the others. My expression softened,…