บท 3: | house of ego
"You started it Finn, I am disappointed in your behaviour. Did I ever teach you to choose violence and lose?" Finn's father, Mr Brandon Steele, questioned him sternly. His deep brown eyes had a way to put people in a spot and make them question the entirety of their existence. His tall, muscular, and well dressed form overshadowed Finn's smallness. The little boy could only keep his hands behind his back and look down with guilt. He had disappointed his father, yet again.
Brandon Steele's study was dark, mauve curtains barely letting in the afternoon sun. Light escaped Finn entirely as he found himself surrounded by black and gold book shelves, overwhelmed by their ceiling-touching size.
It was all that Swiper's fault! She was the one who started it. She was the one stole his papers and glared at him. She was the reason his forehead had a big yellow bandaid on it!
"Where are your words Finn? Use them, tell me how you shall make up for it." Mr Brandon stated calmly, eyeing his branded watch and his son simultaneously. His Louis Vuitton shoe clad foot had started tapping against their coloured flooring.
Finn knew his time was up.
"I must apologise, I will apologise. I will be better. I will grow up to make up for all the losses I incurred," Finn hastily replied with whatever best he could come up with, in that moment. His eyes were searching for answers on the ground, his fingers had started fidgeting behind his back, his neck muscles had started straining.
He could hear all the clocks in the silent mansion tick-a-tock away.
"No, Finn, you will not apologise to a thief. The Steels do not bend for injustice. You will focus on making yourself better," Mr Brandon's tone was dry, and reply condescending. He couldn't believe he had to teach all of this to a son who was already four-years-old.
Finn could all but nod his head vigorously as his toes fidgeted inside his shoes with increasing anxiety.
He hadn't really meant to apologise in the first place. So, that was good...but what would his father make him do for his 'better'ment?
The familiar tapping of Mrs Analeese's gait distracted his attention, his head jerked up with the opening of the door behind him and he looked back to face her kind eyes and lopsided smile. Her blonde hair were wrapped in a loose bun, a few wavy locks escaping and framing her delicate face. She wore a dark pantsuit, long sleeved, and turtlenecked, like she always had. "Mister Brandon, the papers you asked for," she held out a file in her dainty hand and shared a kind smile with Finn.
"Ah yes, did Marian sign them?" Mister Brandon questioned, referring to his wife.
"Yes Sir, Madam has already signed it. It only requires your signature now," Mrs Analeese informed.
He walked up to his elegant charcoal black desk and chair, laden with gold embellishments, and took a seat. With a click, the his desk lamp illuminated his face with a warm yellow glow.
Mrs Analeese turned to face Mr Brandon and Finn walked up to stand beside her.
"Delightful," Mr Brandon muttered, signing away elegantly, before looking up and smiling a soulless smile at Finn. The yellow light felt uncanny, emphasising his wide features. "Son, you're going to boarding school," he announced.
It was quite out of the blue.
It took Finn off-guard.
But damn! Jesus knew he couldn't be happier!
Enchanted fireworks of joy blasted to light in his mind, the giddiness glinting in his brown eyes and fidgeting fingers. The opportunity to stay away from his parents, the opportunity to be staying alone and free at the age of four, the opportunity to establish his own separate entity, it sounded phenomenal to him!
"Will you be okay with it?" Mr Brandon's question, after all proceedures were set and done, sounded a mere parental formality. Finn didn't mind it. He had bigger joys to focus on.
"I wouldn't disappoint," was Finn's reply, veiling his mirth.
And he looked at his caretaker, to share his joy, but her straight face brought him back to earth.
Boarding school wouldn't have Mrs Analeese. It wouldn't have her kind smile, helping hands or concern laced remarks.
"You will be leaving for Wrorthfinder Academy next year," Mr Brandon announced with a satisfied nod, flicking away the file and picking up another. "You may leave now, don't fail the entrance exam." Were his last words as Mrs Analeese escorted Finn to his room.
"I was happy to go, but I would miss you, Analeese," Finn pouted as soon as he reached his room, posture relaxing. He sprawled himself on his bed and rolled left and right.
"I shall miss you too, Finn, but I'm sure Worthfinder would be a great place for you. With better environment and better people you wouldn't miss me even a tad, I assure you that," Mrs Analeese promised, setting up Finn's study table with new course material.
"No, I will miss you. But I will do my best to make you proud! I asshore you that," Finn replied, jumping off his bed in one move and skipping over to his desk. She been incharge of teaching him as long as he could remember. All that Finn knew today was thanks to his caretaker/governess. Mrs Analeese ruffled his raven hair with a smile.
"It's assure, and I'm sure you could disappoint no one. Let's get ready for the entrance examination, shall well?" Mrs Analeese pulled the chair so Finn could hop on instantly and start his studies. She wanted to say something, but decided not to.
But the young ravenette stood still, head bent. Mrs Analeese trusted him so much, but had let her down the other day. "I must confess, I am genuinnely ashamed for having started a fight. I disappointed you, didn't I? I just wanted my papers back from the thief," Finn mumbled, meaning his apology for the first time after having uttered the words one too many times.
Mrs Analeese raised his chin with a finger, making him look her in the eye. "If you can make a mistake by looking someone in the eye, then you must always apologise by looking them in the eye. I understand it was wrong of Ms Hemming to steal, but, you should never raise a hand at a girl. Promise me, Finn, you will never hit a girl. You will take time to be understanding, won't you?" Her tone was soothing, and even though her words were laden with weight, they registered Finn's head with much ease. They did not weigh him down with guilt and induce him with anxiety, but seeped through his mind and made a permanent place for themselves. Like all of Mrs Analeese's words.
"Being a boy doesn't make you entitled to all that you possess, okay, Finn? Being a boy means being a bigger person. You share stuff with others, you be kind to them, you don't raise your voice and you don't hit someone first. Boys are not meant to be controlled by rage, right Finn?"
And the ravenette nods. His eyes falter from Mrs Analeese's face and roam over her clothed arms and collared neck instead. It was just for a second, and he let himself be controlled with rage. Shame and guilt knock at his young heart.
"I'm sorry, Anna-annaleese, I didn't mean to s-start a f-f-fight," his words were broken now, he breathed faltering breaths, something choked his neck and hurt his eyes a whole lot. It burned and pierced.
Mrs Analeese was quick to kneel down and pull him in an embrace. "Sh, sh, it's okay, you are young and you had a moment of immaturity. It'll all be fine as long as you learn, okay? Now, who is up for some Batman with chocolate milkshake?" Her hands are always warm, and when she patted his back, Finn felt comforted. Her words had always been the most kindest, even when they had first met. She was bruised, her clothes tattered and lips swollen, but when she had greeted him, her blue eyes wrinkled kindly and the bruises on her cheeks didn't hinder her wide smile.
"I hope you accept me as your aide, Young Master Finn," she had said. And in all honesty, Finn was utterly weirded out by her.
But he was quick to realise that Mrs Analeese was the best. Maybe it was the day she took blame for the broken milk jug which Finn had accidentally knocked off while playing. Maybe it was the day when she had taken him to the amusement park and rode all rides with him. Maybe it was when she brought him food and hugged him when he was cold. Maybe it was when she had said that she was "proud of him."
Even when she was hurting, or troubled, she never forgot to read Finn his bedtime facts about space. Maybe it was the reason that she always prioritised him over her everything. But Finn could never ask for anything more as long as he had Mrs Analeese by his side. The strong and brave Mrs Analeese who had suffered at the hands of the world yet always shielded him against it.
"I-Is it better now?" He asked, avoiding eye contact, looking anywhere but at her. Mrs Analeese let go and got up, knocking a knuckle on his desk.
"Remember, Griffin Steele, love doesn't last where ego strikes."
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Rinne_Aurora
Rinne_Aurora that's Finn for you. idk. i recently saw the boys and homelander and stillwill's dynamic creeped me tf out T_T i didn't want Mrs Analeese and Finn to end up like that, but i couldn't stop thinking about them when i was writing this. heLp. i hope Mrs Analeese is wholesome or something T_T leave reviews in comments. i love you <3 stay safe and hydrated and don't hit people first :D
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