awareness is the enemy of sanity
Remi is more forthcoming than he ever has been so far, and Finn is caught off guard by his candidness. It’s easier, he realises, when the man who looks so much like him acts like a closed book. Acts the way Finn himself acts. ”I have never seen an octopus, apart from illustrations,” he admits, pausing that the thunder might roar at them overhead. They are illuminated now in sheets of lightning, and the rain bounces against the bubble Remi has made. A hard rain.
He raises his eyebrows, but chooses not to comment on the nature of star-children. The third demi-god at the Taliesin household is still fresh in his mind, and that is an issue for Dorian now. Finn would do well to withdraw, in fact, from this conversation, from this man who speaks of stars and watches him with a mix of such confusion and vast comprehension that it’s almost maddening. But that has never been Finn’s way.
The stone that appears in Remi’s palm is not one he sees the Alchemist pick up, but casual magic such as this is not within the scope of Finn’s normal - beyond that which his own mind creates, at least. So he compartmentalises where needed, reaching out to accept the beautiful trinket, running a thumb over it.
”You ought to become a doctor, with tricks like that,” he murmurs. ”...Thank you.”
He raises his eyebrows, but chooses not to comment on the nature of star-children. The third demi-god at the Taliesin household is still fresh in his mind, and that is an issue for Dorian now. Finn would do well to withdraw, in fact, from this conversation, from this man who speaks of stars and watches him with a mix of such confusion and vast comprehension that it’s almost maddening. But that has never been Finn’s way.
The stone that appears in Remi’s palm is not one he sees the Alchemist pick up, but casual magic such as this is not within the scope of Finn’s normal - beyond that which his own mind creates, at least. So he compartmentalises where needed, reaching out to accept the beautiful trinket, running a thumb over it.
”You ought to become a doctor, with tricks like that,” he murmurs. ”...Thank you.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
