blood & sweat
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el tiburón
The weaker tenants of the main
Flee from their rage in vain,
The vast menhaden multitudes
They massacre o'er the flood;
With lashing tail, with snapping teeth
They stain the tides with blood.
Cigarette smoke and the faint stench of blood. Leather and denim and broken knuckles. There's shadows everywhere in Finnegan's life -- under his eyes, haunting his past, in every living, breathing moment of his existence. He slips from one darkness to another, crawling through the underbelly of Los Sueños like a silent, creeping predator. His morals are questionable, but his means are simple. Everything in his life, he does for The Family with an unquestioning fealty. A rabid dog, quelled by the tight grip of a leash and pointed in the right direction.
―――― There's a dragon in the heart of every sun
Absent the shroud of The Family he tends to merely exist, floating through the shallows with unseeing eyes. Though he interacts with the world, it is in a state of near-disassociation, oftentimes making him appear aloof or perhaps mysterious. The only question that remains is just how [and why] did such a man come to exist, and what should he become if the leash were to come unclipped?
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