awareness is the enemy of sanity
"I love you too," Finn murmurs with a third and final kiss, this time against the crown of her head, before he's releasing her to go back to his snack-making. "A holiday? Sure - where would you like to go? I think Ever would probably prefer somewhere familiar," he says, carrying the cheese and fruit dutifully into the living room. "You ought to get your weird bridge thing again," he says, surprising himself with a flush to his cheeks. He's of course referring to when she helped him to stretch previously, an act which led to sex on her office floor.
Covering how flustered he is with a rather large gulp of wine, the Spyglass is already selecting a cracker and some cheese to feast on when the conversation turns to dragons. "Enough, I think," he says. "I met Lena once in the Celestine, and there were a few dragonlings in an enclosure. There are plenty of books on them in the Archive, too."
Covering how flustered he is with a rather large gulp of wine, the Spyglass is already selecting a cracker and some cheese to feast on when the conversation turns to dragons. "Enough, I think," he says. "I met Lena once in the Celestine, and there were a few dragonlings in an enclosure. There are plenty of books on them in the Archive, too."
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
