Apéritif

the spyglass

I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun

Two pairs of dimples appear as Finn and his silk-clad self greet Remi with a smile, though the three younger iterations of the Spyglass are not yet skilled in the art of this facade (if indeed, that is what this is), and they remain stony faced as the alchemist takes his seat. Indeed, the wet haired youth looks as though he might gnaw at Remi's ankles given the chance, or chew on his ear, such is his emaciated state.

"I am glad you could make it," Finn says warmly, tilting his head as the other man offers out his present. "How kind of you. I'm afraid I haven't anything in return for you, though." The glimmer in blue eyes playfully suggests that he's aware that this might put him in Remi's debt, and he carefully opens the gift without tearing the paper, peeling it apart with great delicacy.

now all my stories have been told; except for one

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!