memory’s so treacherous
”In this current moment? Yes.” Finn smiles beneath his umbrella. One would think, this time around, that he knows better than to offer it out to keep the Alchemist dry, having seen the depths of his abilities. But the man before him is a picture of fatigue, barefoot and bloody, and Finn merely steps forward this time, shielding them both from the downpour without asking. Remi smells of salt and iron, the heat rolling off him all the more potent for the chill around them.
”I was tipped off by a few people along the beach who saw you walk out here. The mountains of sand did the rest.” He glances at Remi’s work, wondering how the Alchemist plans to keep the sand from being washed or blown back out to sea. ”I came to apologise for my behaviour the other day. Looking back, I think I pushed buttons on you that belonged more in myself. It was unkind of me.”
”I was tipped off by a few people along the beach who saw you walk out here. The mountains of sand did the rest.” He glances at Remi’s work, wondering how the Alchemist plans to keep the sand from being washed or blown back out to sea. ”I came to apologise for my behaviour the other day. Looking back, I think I pushed buttons on you that belonged more in myself. It was unkind of me.”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
