Fynn \\ Telekinesis \\ Male \\ Location: sidewalk outside of cottages \\ Tags: open
Fynn expelled a low groan from deep within his throat as he stretched his arms outward and squinted his eyes toward the white sunlight that flooded onto the dark-wood floor. He had slept much later than he typically did, but, then again, the amount of time spent in a bed does not account for the quality of sleep that he had received. Last night was filled with silent movies reeling through Fynn's incredibly active mind. Glimpses of black and white memories that stacked themselves on top of other seemingly unrelated memories from his past had kept Fynn turning and writhing all night.
A faint blue vein protruded beneath the skin near his left temple and throbbed rhythmically which produced a stinging headache wrapping around his head and pushing pressure behind his eyes. He planted his feet firmly on the floor, although his stance was the opposite of sturdy. Fynn's shoulder slammed into the doorframe of his bathroom where he gently rinsed his face with a cool rag and let the menthol of his toothpaste soak into his gums and progressively soothe his headache. After running a brush through his hair and putting on some fresh clothes, he exited his room and strolled slowly down the sidewalk that ran the length of the cottages. The morning air filled his lungs and he began to finally awake from his seemingly endless fatigue.
